When the tide of time turns against you,
When ‘mis’ is added before your ‘fortune’,
When the trigger of the gun goes to your victims,
When you are pounded with the rain of bombs ,
Call me, my dear sisters ,brothers and sons!
I will come to sacrifice my life for your sake.

Today my faint voice for you is a mad man’s cry,
You are inebriated with the power of air, land and sea,
Tomorrow when you are forlorn, with empty hands,
Weeping over the heaps of dead and wailing injured,
Call me, my dear sisters ,brothers and sons!
I will silence their revenge with the Triumph of Mecca.

Today is the time for you to learn from the past,
The religious parables are enough to show you the path;
The aggressors have always met their ugly fate.
When the oppressed of today stand on your chest,
Call me, my dear sisters , brothers and sons!
I will placate their fury with the verses of the Holy Book.

When the pangs of conscience make you sleepless,
When you are left with nothing but regret and remorse,
When the images of today frighten you with every breath,
When the memory of your vicious deeds makes you numb,
Call me, my dear sisters , brothers and sons!
I will console you as I have a human heart.

(From my poetry book ' Voice of Heart')