O valley,
  I will order you to pass the infant on its mother's breast,
  From the sky
  If I decide not to enter your land
  To be thrown, or killed!
  I'm 'vicious'
  shedding my blood...
  _ Don't throw it away before my head rolls on your dirt,
  My excuse is that you have stained my blood with your dirty clothes...
  Ugly your faces,
  blind your eyes,
  that did not see the Euphrates springs
  from my body.

  Painting by Amir Khatib