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.

By: Mahir-ul-Qadri