After Being Killed Poem by Akhtar Jawad

My enemy when we shall kill each other in a fight,
in the name of our Gods,
I would like to see my God,
and your God as well.
And I shall compare the two Gods
to decide whose God is more handsome,
whose God is more beneficent and merciful,
whose God is more kind and benevolent.
I shall call my God by His hundred names,
In the echo of calls when I shall be frustrated
not to get a response from my God,
for whom I killed you,
and for whom I was killed,
with tears in my eyes I shall ask you,
now you may call your Gods.
And when being frustrated like me,
you will turn your face towards my face,
and we shall see tears in each others' eyes,
for the first time we shall see each other without any enmity,
we shall stretch our arms towards each other,
we shall hug each other with sympathy
a sympathy quickly growing in friendship and love,
and when our hearts will come so much close
that the two heart beats merge with each other,
and when we shall see the ancient light,
converging and diverging,
In that light how much we shall cry,
and how much we shall regret
that we wasted our lives in an uncalled fight!
What we are doing here,
if we could have done before killing each other!