I saw from afar the shy sun untangling her golden locks,
And the dainty moon trying on his silver cloak,
The stars too are busy polishing their foreheads.
I also heard my arabian roses reproaching the wind
For messing up their beautiful petals
And the nightingale is hushing them for
The earth is embracing her love Ramadan.
It’s time to leave but she can’t let him go.
Eid is coming tomorrow,
The sun and the moon tell her,
You have to wipe your tears
And welcome him with a big smile,
for children doesn’t love sorrow.
But after 30 day-stay
It is hard to say goodbye
With a deep sigh the stars say .
Written by arabian roses