I Cannot Feast ‘til I Have Prayed, Poem by AFFAQ NABI

At twilight's silence, a guest came to my door,
Though far my home from where he made his way.
I offered him fruits and juices, nothing more,
Oh, he declined, his spirit in dismay.
He spoke, 'I cannot feast ‘til I have prayed,
Before my God each Eve I bow my head.
Without His grace, my heart is sore afraid,
I cannot rest, my soul is filled with dread.'
'With joy I live, my children strong and fed,
A hermitage where peace and love do reign.
His blessings from His throne my path has led,
This feast is naught if I cannot sustain
Gracias for breeze cool that soothe my brow,
As plowing fields, I toil from dawn ‘til now.'
Aaah, his words did stir a river in my soul,
And with gratitude, my heart did overflow.