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O moon-faced Beloved,
the month of Ramadan has arrived.
Cover the table
And open the path of praise.
the month of Ramadan has arrived.
Cover the table
And open the path of praise.
O fickle busybody,
It’s time to change your ways.
Can you see the one who’s selling the halwah;
How long will it be the halwah you desire?
It’s time to change your ways.
Can you see the one who’s selling the halwah;
How long will it be the halwah you desire?
Just a glimpse of the halwah-maker
has made you so sweet even honey says,
“I’ll put myself beneath your feet, like the soil;
I’ll worship at your shrine.
has made you so sweet even honey says,
“I’ll put myself beneath your feet, like the soil;
I’ll worship at your shrine.
Your chick frets within the egg
with all your eating and choking.
Break out of your shell that your wings may grow.
Let yourself fly.
with all your eating and choking.
Break out of your shell that your wings may grow.
Let yourself fly.
The lips of the Master are parched
from calling the Beloved.
The sound of your call resounds
through the horn of your empty belly.
from calling the Beloved.
The sound of your call resounds
through the horn of your empty belly.
~SJR