The oranges in the garden are filled with sadness,
Big and plump and sweet and rich with sadness.
A friend asked what makes me happy.
The answer would fill you with sadness.
Lies were given to cover the shame
Of knowing no happiness without sadness.
I hope for a day without fear or grief.
Your garden will contain no sadness.
My friend, you will read that Nagee died in Gaza.
My friend, know that I died with no sadness.