You're well into This month to give You fell into This well to live Another chance To give your best Give your thirst Give your hunger Give your each desire Give your hours Give your nights In that sweet tilaawah Give your wealth Give it well Give it till your giving Seems like madness In the air To all creatures living Give your kindness Send a flood Into grieving others Give your patience Not a word Spent dividing brothers If your giving Makes good sense Give some more Until It doesn’t No rhyme or reason It’s Ramadan
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Song
What’s wisdom but a generous word That when it’s kindly spoken It soon repairs an ailing heart That someone else has broken For every heart has chambers which Receive the Name Divine To resonate its praises through An intricate design That when one breaks it interrupts The orchestra of souls And notes that rise to heaven rise Despite the many holes Yet words of kindness well restore The timbre and the tone To send the human song of praise Unto the highest throne And that in turn supplies the nūr Whence gentle words are spoken But how could such a wisdom be If hearts were never broken