Friday comes, the week is done,
A simple tale for everyone.
A young one with sheep, out in the breeze,
Found a cave with mystery.
A lamp inside began to shine,
A djinn popped up, so fine, so fine.
“No gold,” it said, “just take a tale,”
A happy story that won’t grow stale.
Le vendredi vient, la semaine finit,
Une histoire simple pour tous, ici.
Un jeune avec ses moutons dans la brise,
Trouva une grotte pleine de surprise.
Une lampe dedans se mit à briller,
Un djinn surgit, si beau, si léger.
« Pas d’or, » dit-il, « prends une histoire, »
Un récit joyeux qui reste en mémoire.
Piątek nadchodzi, tydzień się kończy,
Prosta opowieść dla wszystkich się toczy.
Młody z owcami, w wietrze na dworze,
Znalazł jaskinię, tajemnic morze.
Lampa w środku zaczęła lśnić,
Dżin się zjawił, piękny i żywy.
„Nie złoto,” rzekł, „weź opowieść w darze,”
Szczęśliwa historia, co nigdy nie starzeje.
Пятница приходит, неделя прошла,
Простая история всем нам мила.
Юный с овцами, в ветре гулял,
Пещеру с тайной однажды узнал.
Лампа внутри засветилась ярко,
Джинн появился, прекрасный, так жарко.
«Не злато,» сказал, «возьми ты рассказ,»
Счастливый сюжет, что радует нас.
In a dusty village courtroom, old Judge sat with her gavel, weary from a week of disputes. It was Friday, and the sun dipped low, casting a golden glow through the cracked window. A young shepherd, stood before her, accused of trespassing after chasing a lost lamb onto a farmer’s land.
The farmer fumed, demanding punishment, but the shepherd’s eyes shone with quiet honesty. “I only wanted her safe,” he said, clutching a tiny lamp he had found in the hills – a keepsake, he claimed, that flickered with a strange, warm light. The judge paused, feeling the weight of the week lift.
“Law is not just rules,” she mused aloud, “it is finding peace in the mess.” She ruled no fine, no jail – just a handshake between the two, and the shepherd’s promise to mend the farmer’s fence. As the lamp’s glow danced on the walls, the room softened with smiles.
Friday ended not in judgment, but in a story of mercy, warm as the light itself.
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