Quran

I hold the words of advice you need,
Why don't you pick me up and read?
Are you afraid that my curved words are going to announce that you have sinned?
Now all I feel is you walking past me with that guilt feeling of wind.

Up high on a shelf nowhere to be seen, is that where I belong?
There I became best friends with dust for lifelong.
Please let your pure fingers touch my pages one more time,
So the trees and the birds can sing as you preach the truth during daytime.

I am here to guide you through the depth drawn dark,
I enlighten you with pureness till there's no negligent spark,
I am like your mother,
so why don't you bother?

You constantly commit unforgivable sins,
But yet I still forgive you with my pure hearted skin.