Chruinnigh dhá mhíle file Súifeach i mBagdad aréir
Piléir is roicéid is gránáidí á scaoileadh
Ach níor chuala Allah ach a bhfíonghuth siúd
An fhilíocht amháin a chuaigh caol díreach ina caor thine go Parthas naofa
Na buamaí is na pléascáin go léir
Shoilsíodar an náire, tamall,
Gur thum de gheit go talamh

Sileann macalla a mbriathra trí chneácha

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Two thousand Sufi poets assembled in Baghdad last night
Bullets, rockets and grenades flying
Allah heard only their wine voices
Bursting in a fireball straight to Paradise
Bombs and explosives
Illuminated the shame for an instant
Before sinking suddenly to earth

Echoes of their words seep through wounds