Why art thou so hushed and sad, 
  So thin and wan? 
Who robbed thee of thy flesh and song,—
  Was it Ramadhan? 

Nay, Ramadhan is not to blame, 
   For I have ceased to fast and pray; 
But to my vacant Dwelling came 
   An unknown Guest—he came to stay. 

And in my heart he eats and drinks; 
   He drinks my blood, of wines the best, 
And eats my burning flesh,—ah, yes, 
   My love for Zahra is that Guest. 

From A Chant of Mystics (James T. White & Co., 1921) by Ameen Rihani. This poem is in the public domain.