This is the tale of a lover's lament.

I remember every day and moment we spent,
The sweetness and sakina that we had together.
And it is a longing which I love to return to.

I embraced and held you with all of my will,
And you returned that love to me with all of your sweetness.

We stayed up late in such beautiful recitation,
We slept in harmony together for ten nights, and I never slept better.
But what could have been sweeter than our close embrace?
I gave up my world for you,
And in return you filled my heart.

How then can anyone appreciate life
If they had not embraced you?
And not felt the love that you can give,
Not felt that Sakina that you leave in hearts.

So who can traverse the world these days with all of its toils…

Who can deal with hearts with stains in this imperfect world…

Who can enjoy the beauty of life…

When their hearts are empty from the love that you give?

I miss you, andI cannot forget you.
O Ramadan, your love is in my heart, and you make life beautiful again.

When hearts seem stretched to the limit,
The light you gave outshines the darkness,
And the Qu'ran gives hope and healing to the heart.

Mankind's hearts grow harder and darker,
With each less remembrance of Allah.
And they toil in dunya as if it is a life that never ends.
Only our hearts have grown harder from the oppression we give
And our vision becomes greyer, unlike babies whose are clear.

You always gave me more than you receive
And insha Allah I can embrace you once again,
That my heart can grow purer and closer to Allah even more.