O Dhaka!


O Dhaka, I am dispirited and down.

I feel weak for what am I to do?

Instead of joy, paralysis is sown.

I pray that there is something I can do!


On and on, a string of sadness replays

throughout this blessed month of Ramadan.

Where is the happiness and joy I pray?

What am I to do during this time of reflection?


O Lord, give me strength to carry on;

so I can pray for my brothers and sisters.

Let me pray for those whose heart are torn

and for those whose heart is bitter!


Let me not fall into a cyclic trepidation

and, instead, reflect through meditation.

Let me not fall into the dizzying darkness.

and, instead, shine with a collective brightness!