“Yā Jirāhī”
O My Wounds
A poem written by the martyred commander,
Shaykh Marwān Hadīd
(May Allāh be pleased with him)
At-Tibyān Publications
“Yā Jirāhī”
O my wounds, O my wounds, O my wounds
You are my pride, you are my light in the morning,
You are my proof for my love for my Lord
And my salvation on the Day of Gathering, you are my success,
After my struggles, after my taking up arms
In you I forget, in you I can rest and find my comfort,
In you is my glad tiding, in you is the Pleasure of my Lord
In you is the proof of the sincerity of my battle,
From ancient times, the plunging of the spear
Into the chests of a people, was a sign of triumph,
All of us hope to receive a fatal injury for Allāh
A gash, to elevate us like floating white feathers,
So we may announce, nay exclaim aloud
“I have triumphed, O my people, with a fatal wound!”
This is a dowry (Mahr) for the Gardens and the Maidens
And the Pleasure of the Most Gracious, this is my victory, my aspiration,
O Pleasure of the Most Gracious, I announce to You that I am departing
Forwarding to the Gardens, Castles, and Success,
So accept Yā Ilāhī (O Allāh) from a martyr
Who battled against the infidels in all the valleys.