Inscribed upon the parchment of your days,
A tapestry of joy in myriad ways.
As Eid arrives, with blessings spread,
To all my friends, these words are said:

In crescent light, the month does wane,
A time of fasting, a spiritual gain.
But now, the dawn of Eid draws near,
With hearts alight, devoid of fear.

To every scribe who weaves with ink,
Whose words dance on...