You sit deep in the cave like Cleopatra
to serve you
I run around tirelessly
To flatter you
I stole all kinds of ostentatious tributes
But I have never seen it
Your cyan eyes and wave-like smile
Just like a water lily blooming
You sit on a throne engraved with the head of a lion
The skin soaked in ebony color
Sometimes I light a candle
at your knees
Even if the decoration on the chest exudes the glory of Sirius
You never raised your eyes
Now I am worse off than dead
The face of a child who belongs to this country
Disappeared in the fire...
----------Zamud