For the love of my day,
I cheer up to fun, no more dismay.
This is a redolent of those days.
A day for love filled with interplays.

Woe to those who wish to waylay,
Their aim is to spring up a delay,
But it mere via of clearing the way.
Thank God they're astray.

Be satiated, the glory is not faraway.
So, stretch your hands and pray,
And you'll be guide against dismay.
May thou count joys every day.

© ALAKAMUIDEEN