Sweet children of our future,
Do not follow us:
We are the generation, tired, disabled, corrupt.
Find your own path.
All we had to do
Was follow the Book.
But we did not even read it.
We recited it without knowing what it meant.
We were commanded to read:
But we cannot read.
Sweet children of the future,
You are orphans: your parents are dead,
They left you nothing.
Muslims of the future, beautiful
Dark-eyed men and women, be beautiful
In your words and deeds,
In your clothes and manners, beautiful
In intelligence and love:
And do not follow us:
Our dreaming is not over, we cannot wake.
We cannot tell you which path to take:
We do not know.
We have fallen into endless night, the deep forest:
We are lost.
Seek your own path;
Seek the true dawn of Islam, which
We did not find.