At First Sight
At first sight, the heart skips a beat.
At that moment, hope and elation meet.
You can’t believe something so subtle can be so sweet
a reminder of the greatness of Allah without deceit.
Now we can celebrate, Remember, Drink and Eat
And be thankful for that our caprice we did defeat.
But now we head out on our own without the helpmeet
of the prison that chained the Whispering Cheat.
Say Bismillah, Subhan Allah and make him retreat.
Remember to pray like the Owner of the Swollen Feet
And take your place in the world, upright and arete.
And give to the poor, the destitute, openly or discreet
and by that your coffers in the next life will be replete.
In one month’s time with you, Oh Moon, I again hope to meet
and by Allah’s Will in twelve you’ll call us to repeat
the cleansing of our souls until complete
with the shield of taqwa to protect us from Hellfire’s heat
and a sound heart which guarantees us a seat
on brocade couches drinking milk and honey from rivers so sweet.
With prayers and blessings on He whom we entreat
to intercede for us on The Day we all will meet
Our Lord the Most High, The Forgiving, Al-Muqeet.
