Saif speaks of the struggle
To the listening birds of the tugan,
Words persuading
Sheltered in frail nests.
Listen! The crescent
And star calling azan.
Once again, the birds return
Looking for twigs
For their nests.
The call is answered.
The tugan is the final meeting place.
At dawn, the march begins
On the path only the heart knows
To the hills of war
And freedom.
