Friday

Wednesday 11 April 2007, by Tariq Ramadan


It came as if by chance.
Chance of my conscience,
Destiny of my heart.
One Friday. A beautiful story.

I was thinking of another thing,
The cave came to me;
And the impatience of men
Who seek, and seek the way

I smiled at the youth of the cave
Who slept, forever chosen;
For three hundred years, and more
In peace, peaceful and without sorrows.

Will remain, the direction, the secrets and the love;
Will remain, His face and His kindness;
Will remain, the Light and His beloved ones;
Will remain, to have passed, and to always remain.

They slept awake,
The Single One loved them
And my heart finally awakes
With the secrets this dream sowed.

I smiled at the chance
Destiny of my heart.
I smiled for having smiled
At the signs of the Hour.