LIke the colour of sIlver,
In the nIght sky,
the new moon rIses,
the holy month has past,
the fastIng Is over,
tomorrow Is the great feast of EId-ul-FItr.
We wIll eat spIcy chIcken,
and mouthwaterIng pakoras,
I’ll call my neIghbours,
and frIends on the street,
may the peace of Allah,
and joy of EId,
be wIth everyone.