Welcome, Ramadan
My Constant Guest returns to me again
He bears no signs of weariness or sleep
But brings me my provisions in a rain
Of mercy, every drop for me to keep.
Welcome, Ramadan.
Word, like wind, cuts through you / Withers all but true you
My Constant Guest returns to me again
He bears no signs of weariness or sleep
But brings me my provisions in a rain
Of mercy, every drop for me to keep.
Welcome, Ramadan.