O Ramadan, O Ramadan
My heart pains to see you go;
through struggle and sacrifice
my spirit began to grow.
Even though this nafs of mine
causes me much grief;
It’s the spark I need
in order to break free.
I starved it, restrained it,
and chastened it
to the best of
my ability.
I ask the Merciful One
to subdue
this agitator
in me.
Like rays of the sun
bearing gifts of growth
to plants and creatures
alike;
Sparks of agitation from
the nafs is like food
to the spirit
if used right.
Just as too much sunlight
can burn and bring death
to once verdant
fields;
A nafs given free rein
will deaden the spirit
of anyone who gives it
yield.
So Ramadan is a gift
to the seekers aspiring
to swim into the depths of
Your Infinite Mercy.
We seek Pearls of Truth
and Gems of Light
from the Realm
of Your Generosity.
As we reach the end of Ramadan
I beseech Thee to grant my spirit
wings to continue my
journey.
6 Comments
October 21, 2006 at 5:03 AM
Eid Mubarak to you also, Sheryza. Thanks for the nice words. Elhamdulillah.
October 21, 2006 at 2:32 AM
that is a very beautiful poem mashallah. Eid mubarak!
October 20, 2006 at 12:48 PM
Walaikum salaam Muslim Apple:
Insha’Allah, may we all carry this spark with us throughout the rest of the year, and not let it die out with the end of Ramadan.
October 20, 2006 at 8:24 AM
Asalamu alaykum,
Ramadan is indeed a gift, and it is that spark that helps propel me forward throughout the year.
October 19, 2006 at 3:34 PM
As always, Irving, thank you for your kind words. May Allah bless you and grant you good, in both the worldly life and the hereafter.
October 19, 2006 at 11:12 AM
Alhamdulillah! A beautiful poem, almost like a prayer, to which I add…Amin.
Ya Haqq!