During that part of the cycle
When the night is dying,
And a new day is being born,
That undecided transitional moment,
We rise as one.
Millions of people, hundreds of miles apart
Women and men, old and young
United by the fragile moment of sehri,
We eat as one.
And when there is a streak of light
That turns the blackness into a misty grey,
Just before the songbirds announce the oncoming day
With their erratically rhythmic twittering,
We seal not just our lips
But our souls as one.
For not only shall no morsel of food
And no droplet of water pass through our mouths,
But we shall not inflict evil upon one another
Physically, verbally or in any conceivable way.
>From ourselves and each other,
We guard ourselves as one.
As the sun progresses through its cycle
Through space and time,
A mighty spectacle unfolds throughout the world.
A different kind of humanitarian effort,
For the hungry of this world.
We the believers, and you the misfortunate,
Remain hungry as one.
We shall not forget your plight
Nor shall we ignore our responsibility,
Of giving some of what we have to you
Thus fulfilling our obligations of zakat.
Tis' only a small aid we can be individually,
But a great aid as one.
Many prayers issued from the lips
Do not originate within the heart.
But when the sun dissolves and the darkness begins to creep
And our eyes reflect the food within sight,
A whispered prayer leaves our souls,
We are truly grateful as one.
Author: Arman
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