Full of youth and standing fair
His life burned like the live coals’ glow
Swiftly impassioned tenacity
He doctored the sick and wounded, Agir his nomme de guerre
Agir, at one with the fire-filled winds
Fanned across the four corners of Kurdistan
Agir, the breath-blown flame for all souls.
Seven lines by Gurbetelli Ersöz, Voyage au pays du soleil

