On Departure to Umrah
O! Fortunate fond friend,
Forgive us if we did offend.
We bid you farewell,
On the journey long,
With tears in the eyes,
And on the lips song.
Pray we all for your safety,
May God bestow you purity.
While going around the Pivot,
Remember us the sinners a lot.
Forget us not in the prayer,
For life bestows chances rare.
In front of the Tomb Green,
Meek is where a king or queen,
On our behalf scatter showers,
Of petals of tribute and flowers,
Saying, “Many wait for their turn,
Their souls pant and bodies burn.”
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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