At the summit of the universe,
Feeling the sweet breeze of Ramadan,
Touching the very core of my soul,
Opening my inner heart,
To fly to the abode of my Creator;
Paradise or Hell,
All become bliss instantly,
For I have devoted myself to Ramadan,
Being true to all its rules,
Being truly Muslim,
Not just on the lips;
Ramadan calls me,
Not to its world of deprivation,
But to taste the sweet elixir of Divine
Love,
For verily I feel,
The glorious scent of my Maker,
Who holds me tightly against Him,
Like a beloved father cherishing his
son,
Yet the Love of my Creator,
The Fashioner of Life,
And Essence of all creations,
Is more poignant than any temporal human
love.