Thy pious name,
an expensive prescription,
like a rare and precious herb,
A very potent soul-food,
fragrant too…
this saffron-strand of faith.
Light, fragile, tender
and time-honored.
Holding on to its golden hues
as the road darkens
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Invigorated and rejuvenated
by this miraculous elixir,
The more we delight in its taste,
the better the flavors of grace.
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.