The epic of the Persian woman

Oh man,

……….. ……….. Don't bother, don't bother again

……….. Since you've never felt the pain

Don't call me just a woman, don't

……….. That is my every command

I shed my blood to free my homeland

Neither am I Laily of Majnoon, nor Shirin of Farhad

But Parvin, the shining star of art

But Forough, the brightness of poetry in Iran

Neither am I Poorandokht, nor Azarmidokht

Nor Atussa, nor Pantea

But Artimis, navy commander of Iran

In the war Salamis, in Ionia

Without the mother how could you be?

Now you keep battling a woman like me

Without me how could history know

A warior Kaveh or Arash and his bow?

Without me how could there be

The master of Persian language Ferdowsi?

As a mother on the pedestal I stand

A carpet from heaven my feet demand

Because the trace of my feet will run

All over the Red, White, Green image of Iran

How is it that you shut me up today?

Why do you chain me, in the name of God today?

This trend of thought my culture never knew

This is absurd, fabricated and very new

Why do you cover my face?

You old fashioned culprit, trying to do me disgrace

My bare face must not have scared you

My uncovered hair must not have dared you

But, just the freedom that flows all over me

Frightened you to the bone and makes you flee

Oh man, don't bother, don't bother, don't

Go and set up this trap for another small bird

As the eagle's nest is always beyond your reach.


Thanks to Nilufar H.

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