We killed you and it was not new for us, we killed the companions of the Prophet and the friends of God. O how many Messengers did we slay? O how many imams? We killed you and you prayed the night prayer, as all of our days are struggle - and all of our days are Karbala.

Our shouting is louder than our actions, Our swords are taller than us, This is our tragedy. In short We wear the cape of civilisation But our souls live in the stone age

Light is more important than the lantern, The poem more important than the notebook

In the summer I stretch out on the shore And think of you. Had I told the sea What I felt for you, It would have left its shores, Its shells, Its fish, And followed me.

Because my love for you is beyond words, I decided to shut up.

If you want to kill somebody, conquer his heart, Then leave slowly and leave them between death and madness.

Dive into the sea, or stay away