Departing, to for a new story, a promise made in every story.
Every second the candle blows out, every second it is lightened.
A deal truly made, to lighten every route we take.
From running cars to every street, clock ticks wildly,
from call to prayer to everything, time sweeps quickly.
From the pen in the hand to a promise,
every word and every sentence made is a promise.
The blessing of this city and the soothing call to prayer,
the holy month of Ramadan steals away every heart along with it.
The birth of this city erupts every second
from the burning desert to the conditioned environment.
I am not blaming anybody, but our selves
from the land of domes and minarets to a new story.
Tall buildings poked everywhere
from the aroma of bakhoor, to great palaces punched everywhere.
Every-spot you see, every place you leave footprints
from the motivative call-to-prayer to the mosques, the place breaths peacefully.