Celebrate! The month of fasting has come.
Pleasant journey to the one
Who is in the company of the fasting.
I climbed the roof to see the Moon,
Because I really missed fasting
By heart and soul.
I lost my hat while looking at the Moon.
the Sultan of fasting made me drunk.
O Muslims, I have been drunk
since that day I lost my mind.
What a beautiful fortune fasting has.
What a wonderful glory.
There is another secret moon
Besides this one.
He is hiding in the tent of fasting
Like a Turk.
Anyone who comes
To the harvest of fasting in this month
Finds the way to this Moon.
Whoever makes his face
Resemble pale satin
Wears the silk clothes of fasting.
Prayers will be accepted in this month.
Sighs of the one fasting pierce the sky.
The person who sits patiently
At the bottom of fasting’s well
Owns the love of Egypt, like Joseph.
O the word which eats the Sahur meal,
Be silent so that anyone
Who knows fasting will enjoy fasting.
Come, O Shems, the brave one
Of whom Tebriz is proud.
You are the commander of fasting’s soldiers.
A Rumi poem, taken from Jahane Rumi. You’ve probably seen it before, but hey, all good things bear repeating. I particularly like the part about pale satin faces resembling silk clothing…it’s as mellow as fasting makes one feel.
Here we are, still waiting to see if we will begin fasting tomorrow. Some people may detest the moon-wars that inevitably arise at the beginning and end of this month. I don’t…it’s a sign that people still care about the issues of faith. Or perhaps I’m just trying to be optimistic about something that really used to bug me, and now I’m so tired of it all, that I have to spin it just to stay sane!