ISIS
Three of us, or four
Sat on wooden bench
Tied to wooden table
All boys; shaved head
We read as do the ass
Too ignorant to grasp
Great Khaqani's poems
Nothing crossed the wall
Late now, to go back
Listen Bush; and Saddam:
"See eyes, deep from heart
Sassanid's Palace near Ctesiphon;
Camp near Tigris for some moment
Make Tigris from your eye, torrent!
Tigris is shedding blood from lashes
A volcano of foam from camel's mouth
Angry males gurgling honor's saliva,
Pregnant is Tigris of fire not water
Is left with nothing, robbed by burglar
Give eye's tear to a king turned beggar
Stop its wavy lava, extinguish its fire
Broken Royal Palace in Ctesiphon
Now dungeon to mass, haven for Satan"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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