When a lazy lout who lumbers
Through his daily prayers can
Worship late before he slumbers,
You can tell it’s Ramadan.
When a good-for-naught reciter
Falls in love with the Quran,
Grows significantly quieter,
Yes, oh well, it’s Ramadan.
When a cold pathetic sinner
Struggling with a simple plan
Finds his sins are getting thinner,
Starving hell; it’s Ramadan.
You can skip the lunar sighting
And just look at me, a man
Who can tender this in writing:
I am proof it’s Ramadan.
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