Oh the enemy of God,
If I have a rifle in my arms
I will surely shoot you with it.
If not that, then,
If I have a dagger in my palm
I will surely stab you with it.
If not that, then,
If I have a stone in my fist
I will surely smash your face with it.
If not that, then,
If I have a stick in my hand
I will surely break your bones with it.
If not that, then,
For as long as my lungs can breath
And my tongue can speak,
I will curse you with it.
And if God decrees my martyrdom,
That will surely be more beloved to me.
