أغار من مشفى الكندي.أغار منك يامن ملكت أطهر من على الأرض….يامن تعطرت بأذكى روائح البطولة والتضحية والفداء,..أنت حبيبة أبطال الوطن….أنت حفرت على أسوارك كلمات النور والوفاء ….وسهرت مع حماة الديار التي لم تراهم أعين البشر…ولاشاشات التلفزة ..لكن عين الله الساهرة التي كانت ترعاهم والتي لاتنام..تحرسهم.أبت أرواحهم الطاهرة إلا أن تسطر أروع البطولات.لكم جميعا شهداء وجرحى وأسرى وأحرار تنحني هامات الشرفاء خجلا وحياء من كرمكم ووفائكم.إلى حبيبي وروحي … أطلب منك تحريري من الأسر الذي لايحمل سلاسل ولا جنازير,,لكن بحبك وروحك التي لاتفارقني أصمد.وصوتك الذي يهمس في أذني ويقول لي “لاتخافي,, أنت من ربيتي الأبطال”إليك يابنيان يا أغلى من الروح، أطلب تحريري من حبك الذي حرق قلبي وأحبب غيري ،أحببت بلدك ووطنك الذي كنت أسيره ,,أنت يامنبع البطولة…يامنبع الطهارة …يامؤمن بالقضية …والله أنت الحر ونحن السجناء.أنت من كلماتك وأخلاقك وتضحياتك تخطت كل الأسوار وانطلقت تحكي عنك في كل مكان ،وعلى كل لسان..اخترقت الحدود والحواجز ..ولم يستطع أحد أن يمنعها من المرور.,.ارتدت حزاما ناسفا وفجرت منابع الدعاء في كل قلب حر شريف….فهنيئا لكل من أصابه التفجير,,,هنيئا لكل من جرح بحبك,,,,هنيئا لكل من رافقك لثلاث سنوات,,,هنيئا لك مشفى الكندي,,,,,لكن أعيدي لي ابني روحي حبيبي بنيان. (أمك)
Cyndi Hospital…
How jealous of u I am
You owned the purest people of the east…
U have been perfumed by all the fragrances of heroism and sacrifice of the east…
They were the fidelity and the flame,
That carved on your walls …
That u Cyndi Hospital
The idol for them all…
You were for all those Unknown Soldiers a watcher over..
Yet, God’s watchful eye that never sleeps has been watching them over…
Their spiritual souls disdain but to write..
The greatest heroism raising the right..
For you martyrs, injured, at large and captives , for you all..
For all your fidelity and generosity, the honest bow….
Alas my love, alas my soul..
Now we are prisoners both..
I ask u to free me from being your non-chain captive…
When you loved your country which now in turn you are its captive…
By your soul, by your love,
I will be stronger..
By your voice which in my ear whispers..
“Don’t be afraid, you are the heroes’ foster “
For you Bonyan , for you my treasure
You have been believed in your case..
Of purity and heroism you are a base..
You are the free and we are the prisoners, I bet..
your keywords, morals, and your sacrifices
wore an explosion belt..
passed all the fences by..
and no one could prevent …
bombing the prayers in each pure heart ,
letting them rise up high the sky..
talking proudly about you..
making the talk of the town, is you..
congratulations for each one, by the bomb, has been injured ..
congratulations for each one, by loving you, has been burned..
everyone has gone over with you should be glad..
and YOU Cyndi Hospital must be glad…
though I am glad..
but just give me my son BONYAN back..
Cyndi Hospital…
How jealous of u I am
You owned the purest people of the east…
U have been perfumed by all the fragrances of heroism and sacrifice of the east…
They were the fidelity and the flame,
That carved on your walls …
That u Cyndi Hospital
The idol for them all…
You were for all those Unknown Soldiers a watcher over..
Yet, God’s watchful eye that never sleeps has been watching them over…
Their spiritual souls disdain but to write..
The greatest heroism raising the right..
For you martyrs, injured, at large and captives , for you all..
For all your fidelity and generosity, the honest bow….
Alas my love, alas my soul..
Now we are prisoners both..
I ask u to free me from being your non-chain captive…
When you loved your country which now in turn you are its captive…
By your soul, by your love,
I will be stronger..
By your voice which in my ear whispers..
“Don’t be afraid, you are the heroes’ foster “
For you Bonyan , for you my treasure
You have been believed in your case..
Of purity and heroism you are a base..
You are the free and we are the prisoners, I bet..
your keywords, morals, and your sacrifices
wore an explosion belt..
passed all the fences by..
and no one could prevent …
bombing the prayers in each pure heart ,
letting them rise up high the sky..
talking proudly about you..
making the talk of the town, is you..
congratulations for each one, by the bomb, has been injured ..
congratulations for each one, by loving you, has been burned..
everyone has gone over with you should be glad..
and YOU Cyndi Hospital must be glad…
though I am glad..
but just give me my son BONYAN back..
your Mum