1. Ramadan, bring back to us a full moon, its waves surging,
Its crescents prancing in our horizon, capriciously,

2. Years have passed, its banners have not fluttered,
A light it wanders with, to pastures for us, and homes.

3. Bearing tablets for it, eagerly we awaited,
That we may preserve with them, traces of its gems.

4. Enough foolishness, that we accept an ember,
Lurking beneath the ashes of illusion, awaiting.