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.