Half-awake, half-asleep,
You can't tell which.
As if you've lost your footing,
Slipping off the plains of reality,
You can only feel self-pity.
The sky clears for the Hilal.
Lo! The cresent moon is smiling,
The month for abstinence has begun,
All you seek is redemption.
And so I lay within the pools,
Of your twinkling watery eyes,
Asking for forgiveness.
A single feather from a dove,
Fell onto your darkened forehead,
Forgiven, welcome to Heaven.
