And I kissed your grave, watered by tears.
As if my heart was calling out to you, reviving it.
Here you were once lighting the nights.
How did the light end? Who could console him?
A martyr, but you are alive within us.
With a spirit of sacrifice and a memory that purifies him.
I pledged to the soil that we would not betray you.
And that we would continue to cherish and protect your blood.
Sleep in peace. We will continue with revenge.
And on the path of your glory, we will raise its foundations.
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May God have mercy on you, my uncle, my beloved, and my companion, the martyr / Bassam Hassouna

وقبلت قبرك والدمع يسقيه
كأن فؤادي يناديك يحييه
هنا كنت يوما تضيء الليالي
فكيف انتهى النور؟ من ذا الذي يواسيه؟
شهيد ولكنك الحي فينا
بروح الفداء وذكرى تزكيه
عهدت التراب بأن لا نخون
وأن نبقى نرعى دماك ونحميه
فنم مطمئنا سنمضي بثأر
وفي درب مجدك نعلي مبانيه
....
رحمك الله عمي وحبيبي ورفيقي الشهيد / بسام حسونة