Deep at the tender dawn, when stars were fading,
A maiden came to me, covered in light,
Looked at me with her black eyes, while persuading
Me to do something heavenly and bright.
It was something specific, and disciplined,
I did not know, although I tried to think,
But because of sleep I was limited,
Becoming ignorant with every blink.
She said to me: ''You are in danger, youth.''
I said: ''I see no danger in my bed.''
She said again: ''the fact is far from truth.''
I took it serious, stood up and said:
''Maiden, who're you?'' she said: ''I am Namaz,
Observe me well my friend, and you may pass.''
The daily prayer of a Muslim is called 'namaz' in Farsi and Turkish. I just put my daydream into some verses.