O valley,
 I will order you to pass the baby to his mother's breast,
 From the sky
 If I decide not to enter your land
 Without paying tribute, or be killed!
 I'm 'vicious'
 shedding my blood...
 _ I don't throw it away before my head rolls on your dirt,
 And my apologies if your blood stained your dirty clothes...
 God bless your faces.
 blind your eyes,
 who did not see the Euphrates springs
 from my body.

  Painting by Amir Khatib