It is a light that illuminates the path,
In the emergence on the border of the earth,
Filled with doors opening from the ground to the skies,
The earth, pure with afflicted bodies.
A light shines,
At the end of destitution,
Examples of those who pass judgments,
Toppled to the ground,
When unity becomes one,
In the time of duality becoming two,
Unaware of the absence of enmity.
Forty tough years, weighing a thousand dirhams,
It was felt within the soul,
Distress and sorrow,
Humanity was suffocating…
The same hour, in the same picture frame,
Similar stories had occurred,
In the worldly life.
Truths spoken with affirmation,
Always the feared ones,
To some, time brought solutions,
While others found solace afar and remote,
All a part of the same story,
Behind the curtain of a play,
And the common point of opposing poles,
The language of integrity, of freedom,
A part of the illumination of learning.
An ordinary night,
They dressed it in a black shroud,
They said to the inquirer,
The price of knowledge, the crime of purifying manners!
They did not understand, that it had never been seen like this,
Not even in the most dreadful nightmares.
Time comes and goes, help arrives,
Justice will manifest one day,
Will the blind open their eyes, it is uncertain,
But those who speak the truth shall triumph.
