No white rose to grace your grave
Not enough tears to abolish the hate
They stand so aloft and haughty
Salvation of Islam in their hand
Waving tyranny to our faces
Preaching, ravishing, killing
In the name of the Almighty Allah
Neda, Neda
All cry out your name in vain
What shame, what cowardice spilled the
Blood of a virgin, a tyrant’s sacrifice
To a god who is surely not Allah
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
beautiful and well penned, , thx for sharing.. hazem al..