O brother of Al-Harith bin Kaab bin Amr!
Do you fast for months or days?
This blessed month is long, until
We were afraid that it would be necessary
They called him a good mother’s ring
And if they had done justice, it would have been a bridle
how true the disease has claimed,
And a sick man has claimed the parsma
he used to pray sitting still
And he went to bed at night,
and the best of peace is with me,
a bug for a boy, It is permissible
Twenty-seven days have passed,
We do not visit pleasures except for our mother
up to the rose, if he stayed on us,
or see us, of fasting fasting
We went overboard, as if we had met each other
without him, Or we drank Madame
God took revenge on you,
you didn’t let him, until tomorrow
You slandered him with the love of Souad,
And the generous of desires transgresses the honor.
We loved as you loved, and as long as there is blood
you bled us, And love if it lasts forever
Breakfast, adults, I prepare the
Fasting in abandonment of sin
And see the whole eternity of Ramadan
Start, or be innate gram