In which rain do you wash
The corps of your child?
While the share of your land
Isn’t other than the rain of bullets!
With which flag will you shroud your brother?
While the flag of your land
Has been taken away by the times
Lanced from your hands?
To identify the boundary of your territory?
The brave men of your land
Are martyred up to what extent?
To let you make a scraf for yourself
From the bloody turban of your husband?