Listen to the sweet qiraa’ah
Let it fall like rain
On a parched and dusty heart
Washing off the stain
Left by senses waywardly
Till no specks remain
Listen to the sweet qiraa’ah
Let it fall like rain
The Fifteenth of Ramadan
Every alif is a sword:
Cut into my pride
Shatter what I horde.
There’s a scythe in each lām:
Harvest all my fields
Watered by qiyām.
Every mīm is a cane:
Remind me of his name
And help me rise again.
The Fourteenth of Ramadan
Beg forgiveness, seek assistance
Every way you can
Give yourself without resistance
Make yourself a plan
For beyond the time and distance
Of a mortal span
The Thirteenth of Ramadan
My heart is full, like the moon,
With a song of forgiveness, its tune
Is sweet as this night
Lit by Words of delight
Both my heart
And the moon
Shall wane
Soon
The Twelfth of Ramadan
One drop of Nūr upon this night
Is all my heart desires
One night of worship in this month
Is all a slave requires
So set my ears to hear Your Word
Allow my self to listen
Expand my heart with all I’ve heard
And let me take all this in
The Eleventh of Ramadan
Maghfirah fragrance in the air
As Yusuf’s story fills
Our ears with hope that slays despair
Embrace what Allah wills
And shun the most alluring snare
The Tenth of Ramadan
Like ants that slog each summer day
Despite the rain and sun of May
To gather food to last them through
The year
Grant us so we may fast away
Our sins as we stand nights and pray
To gather Nūr to last us through
The year
The Ninth of Ramadan
The Eighth of Ramadan
The world is a dark place
Let the twilight remind you
Step into the cave
And recite like a slave
Leave the darkness behind you
The Seventh of Ramadan
What a joy it will be
When I make it to that place
And I stand before a tree
Such a lofty piece of grace
And I learn that it is mine
All its shade and all its fruit
Then I wonder what I did
That begot this thing with root
So I ponder and I think
Even as I take a taste
And the ecstasy I’m in
Puts all word and thought to waste
Then I’m told my tree sprang forth
From the lips of my Nabi
A SubhanAllah uttered
One he uttered meant for me
What a sadaqah, it’s as
His companions let on
That his generosity was
Even more in Ramadan
What a joy it will be
When I make it to that place
And I stand before that tree
What a joy it will be