My freed bird travel to Baqi

By: Sister Mardhiya

I untied your wings;
and let you free.
I released from your cage of misery,
and let you discover yourself.
I took you in my arms;
and patted your little beak.
And then I whispered into your ear;
a ransom for all my love.
When you migrate to land of Yathrib,
seek the abandoned graveyard.
There, you shall see four lonely graves;
stand there in respect on my behalf.
circle around them,
and send my greetings to the solitary ones.