Before You Came The World Was Prose.

There Is Who Loves You Quietly, And Respects You Quietly, And Wishes You Privately, And Walks Away When He Sees You Busy With Someone Other Than Him, And His Ego Restrains Him From Getting Near You, And Contents Himself With The Love For The Sake Of Love

There Are Some People That We Didn't Forget, But We Don't Smile Any More When They're Mentioned.

Before You Came The World Was Prose. Now Poetry Is Born.

We Killed You And It Was Not New For Us, We Killed The Companions Of The Prophet And The Friends Of God. O How Many Messengers Did We Slay? O How Many Imams? We Killed You And You Prayed The Night Prayer, As All Of Our Days Are Struggle - And All Of Our Days Are Karbala.

O Sultan, My Master, If My Clothes Are Ripped And Torn It Is Because Your Dogs With Claws Are Allowed To Tear Me.