An Arab Girl who was martyred while Serving Water to the Fighters against Infidels in the Battle of Tripoli, 1912CE Fatimah! The honour of the blessed Ummah you are; all specks of your handful of dust innocent are.

O nymph of wilderness this happiness in your destiny was; serving water to fighters against infidels your destiny was.

This holy war in God’s cause without armaments is! How courage-inspiring this desire for martyrdom is!

This flower-bud also in the autumn-stricken garden was! O Lord! Such a spark also concealed in our ashes was!

In our wilderness many a deer still concealed is! Many a lightning asleep even in the rained out clouds is!

Fatimah! Though in your grief the eye shedding dew is! The tune of pleasure also in our wailing of grief is.

How pleasing the dancing of your dust is! Every speck full of the warmth of life is.

Some activity in your silent grave is; a nation being reared in this lap is.

Though unaware of the extent of their aims I am; their re-birth from this grave discerning I am.

New stars appearing in the celestial space are; whose light waves strange to the human eye are.

Who just arisen from the dark house of time are; whose lights unaware of limitations of day and night are.

In whose brightness the old as well as the new ways are and also the shadows of stars of your destiny are.