"iftar" poems
The true spirit of Ramadhan
Its not about thirst and hunger
Its not about starvation
from the hours of dawn till the hours of dusk
Its not about food paradise at Ramadan bazaar
and lavish preparation for Iftar...
The real purpose of fasting
is to attain righteousness
to behave righteously...
To See no evil
To Hear no evil
To Speak no evil
To Empty your stomach
so you'll feed your soul
reciting the holy book Al-Qur'an
for blessings..
The merciful will double the reward
more than your heart desires
fast for the sake of attaining to God
the true nature of fasting
Ramadhan ...observe it in its true spirit
~ Sharina~
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
Lo, another Ramadan dawn breaks,
millions more feelings of solemnity fill the air.
The time to bid farewell is upon us,
a moment both heavy and sacred.
O blissful Ramadan, brimming with purity and reflection,
when hearts and homes open wide, embracing all.
Prepare to leave, adorned with the beauty of Allah’s bounty:
Your movement like déjà vu moonlight,
your grace as delicate as the finest Muslin.
Let every rose from the garden encircle you,
a garland of farewell.
In the golden hour of dusk,
when Iftar and Suhur beautifully intertwine,
the sweetness of the evening fills the air, nourishing souls.
With a nectar of kindness, bid adieu to every friend of nature
their essence lingers in memory,
sweet as the moments spent in devotion and joy.
'Alvida' - a farewell not of forever
but of waiting until we meet again.
Draw the last stroke of parting on the canvas of the sky,
leaving a promise beneath the rainbow.
Parting with the crescent moon, hearts overflow with hope
O Ramadan, until we welcome you again,
let the essence of your purity and peace remain with us.
Farewell, O holy month
Your parting leaves behind a trail of light,
guiding us until your return.
Mar 31, 2024
Mar 31, 2024 at 6:54 PM UTC
The evening star
at the sunset of Ramadan.
Mistake it not for a stellar
maybe an embroidery fell down
from the broidery in paradise!
What crosses in your mind, dear
fondly you look back
at this nick of time?
The twilight ambles down
with moonflowers on the hands
is about to wrap up
one more blessed day of Ramadan.
What have you come up with then
for the fasting person on your hand?
What a broad array
you stole the last show of the day!
Singing nightingales keeps musing
deeps down the rose in low light.
The first light shines out
amidst the dawn chorus.
What does it miss out
the nightingales disappears
in broad daylight.
Have you too leave the scene
with the rose dews
only to pour it off the honeyed petals
into the fasting person's glass?
So cool it tastes a sip of water
at the Iftar!
Apr 15, 2022
Apr 15, 2022 at 1:25 AM UTC
In a row, three
generations of prayer. Your
forehead greets the floor
the way chipmunks touch
noses, but Nanu gets a chair.
Imagine how scared the stars
must have been the first
night they couldn’t see her.
Silk whispers messages
from the rug to your hands,
from Nanu’s feet and mother’s head
to your hands, and the crickets call
to you to say—
we know Nanu has made her
vows and we sing
and we sing with you.
They understand about the chair,
do not want to see
her flicker and fall
is coming with its fallen leaves
so you and two mothers
sway. There is mango
and honeydew on three plates and
dates to break the fast
shadow crossing the moon,
the tides forecast.
Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC