1. Two couriers came to us from Wasit
Bearing books with collected poems

2. I say, separation is but perdition
O Muslim! Do not separate from a Muslim

3. For you were a light for us in the countries
Illuminating, but now darkened

4. We wished to deny you, fearing certainty
But certainty revealed the skull

5. And how many orphans did you care for
In enemy land, and many a widow

6. And when war spilled blood
You raised a marked flag against it