I am a book in elegant prints,
to know my name, here are some hints.

Rich in cover and nicely bound,
In hearts of Muslims I am rarely found.

High on a shelf, I am kept,
Forgotten there, I am left.

With respect I do get lots of kiss,
My main point is what they always miss.

In a melodious voice they recite me,
Neglecting the message inside me.

At times I am used for phony swear,
My true use is very very rare.

A miracle I am that can change the world,
All one has to do is understand my word.

I have wisdom I have treasure,
So much so there is no measure.

I'm your savior, I'm your guide,
But who's there to follow the bide.

Right from wrong is my fame,
Holy Qur'an is my name.