Waiting eagerly for the moon to turn around,
Make a decent move out of the sky,
Flashes its borrowed light onto the earth,
Seeing its curved on the sky,
Like an incomplete circle,
I could skip the signs,
And count the day forward,
Plants are stretched beyond their limits,
looking at the sky at the highest altitude,
Man waiting! wailing! weeping!
Begging the lord of the universe
Let the moon turn around,
And the month of blessing begin its count down
In the month of forgiveness,
We live in your absolute mercy,
We reach our elasticity to do good deeds,
We will ask for forgiveness,
In the month of forgiveness,
Ramdan is the month of blessing,
Sun will shine its light,
Expressing its full energy,
The soil being soft and fertile,
Allow the seeds to grow,
million of seeds will grow in million place,
Harvested before the harvest day,
Ramadan is a glorious month,
Biggest glory exist in the biggest month,
Biggest Success is achieved in the biggest month,
Surmounting all indifferences,
Ramadan is a glorious month.
Welcome Ramadan! The Biggest month.
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