Juma

Again the orb of glory to mine eyes has risen

Bidding the flowers to droop just a little bit more

As such the cheering dawn of immaterial heaven

All thy graces and decisions shall restore

With numerous blessings then we fill the bowl,

Faster, swifter, west , the Zephyr, fly;

To confess to her that this love’s flow of soul,

Even when Bashir ceases, shall never die.

We place caps on our crowns and wrap them in green turbans

Raphael’s trumpet proclaims aloud - ‘bind on thy burdens’

It’s from الله