The Ninth of Ramadan

The rope is there
If I would grab it
A creature, borne by lassitude,
Of arrogance and lowly habit
Send me, Lord, just one more blast
Of mercy that will help me last
The journey up the mountain, cast
Me down upon the burning sands
Of soul-refining Ramadan

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