FOR
NADIIFO,
DAHABO,
AXMED,
XASAN,
SHIDANE,
AND ALL THE OTHERS WE LOST
Now you depart, and though your way may lead
Through airless forests thick with hagar trees,
Places steeped in heat, stifling and dry,
Where breath comes hard, and no fresh breeze can reach—
Yet may God place a shield of coolest air
Between your body and the assailant sun.
O troupe of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words.