00:00The night shortens for those who travel for Allah.
00:04Then let my night stay long until I learn.
00:21Your teacher in Basra takes no payment, only good manners.
00:25Still, for your ink and bread.
00:27Bread I will earn, ink I must guard.
00:30Do not let pride grow faster than your beard.
00:34Then I'll shave it with questions.
00:42May the angels carry your words when your voice fails.
00:46Mother's prayer upon my way.
00:49Dawn has come, I cannot stay.
00:53Ink and hope inside my hand.
00:56Truth awaits in distant light.
01:00Step by step the young heart go.
01:03Where the river of knowledge flows.
01:07We ride the road.
01:10Maybe I'm reading ink, not light.
01:12Whoever walks a path to seek knowledge.
01:17Allah eases for him the path.
01:25Let it begin.
01:27Up at least ten years later, my sore察 takes nothing from outside often.
01:28Don't talk to many women who are vulnerable.
