This poem from Jami's Haft Awrang frames the Ramadan fast as a discipline that subdues the carnal soul (nafs). Its opening lines mock the glutton who has become all throat, reduced from head to foot into an instrument of the belly, driven only to fill the stomach. Against this bondage to appetite the poem sets fasting: by keeping the belly empty like a dried musk-pod, the faster releases from his breath a fragrance of the spirit sweeter than Tartar musk. The soul (ruh) is thereby lit like an assembly-brightening candle, while the carnal soul is consumed like a harvest struck by lightning. The teaching is sealed by the divine saying that fasting belongs to God alone (al-sawm li) and that God Himself is its recompense (ana ajzi bihi), marking abstinence as a hidden act whose reward transcends ordinary outward worship.