LAMENT OF THE QURAN

As an ornament do they adorn me,

Yet they keep me and sometimes kiss me.

In their celebrations they recite me,

In disputes they swear by me,

On shelves do they securely keep me

Till another celebration or dispute,

When they need me.

Yes, they read me and memorize me,

Yet only an ornament am I..

My message lies neglected,

My treasure untouched,

The field lies bare, where blossomed once true glory.

Wrong is the treatment I receive

So much to give I, but none is there to perceive.