zahra's poem "from the bard heart" i killed ali, i planted in masha every year go to a meeting in qambar zahra, go to a meeting. the wail of that insane leader, killing ali, i killed him, it is better for ali zia to cry loudly for amir al-mominin, remember, father , the father of my children, i saw the tears of an orphan in my eyes, for example, the life of ali is great for the council, and you cut straws with a knife, father, because you don't remember now, no one else came, but again, some people are reading at the door , what 's up in the month? where are you going to deprive your friends? according to the street, which is hot in the way of god, ali is relieved, o god, i am remembered, o god, my heart is in the grip of zahra , nasiri, be patient in this city, one day, zainab will come to me, hossein bala.