In the midst of chaos, the very flow of our blood, enamored by unimaginable vengeance
The beauty of a soul, vanquished thoroughly, by the torrent of violence, at the hands of the oppressor, waiting in ambush
The very essence of humanity, clothed in sacrifice, with a determined objective
She could be my sister, or your brother, yes my darling, all precious life, with great determination
Come my darling, the very blood of our sister, flooding through the street of our hometown
In all its precarious revelation, yes my sweet, the very blood of our sister, flooding through the street of our hometown
What more is there to ask for, but one’s precious life, for one’s determined cause
Yes my sweet, the very life of our beloved sister, snuffed out, with cruelty and violence, and her very blood, flooding through the street of our hometown
Our cause, your cause, and indeed mine too
To liberate our beloved homeland, yes my sweet, from oppression, no price too heavy, none at all
To tell the oppressor, that Our Will, and Determination, far too strong, will overwhelm him
Yes my sweet, even our blood, if necessary, to be thoroughly shed, for our sacred cause, to make the plant of freedom, take root
Listen my sweet, in Our God’s Glorious Heaven
There is indeed, a very special place, for All Martyrs, murdered, for their Convictions, And Deep Beliefs
Sanctify this blood, O’ Lord, make it the very living water, for Our Freedom Tree Grow
Your Blessing, Our Sacrifice, Yes My Lord, make it the very living water, for Our Freedom Tree Grow
In the bosom of all Mankind, the very fountain of life, seeking a tree of liberty, to nourish
Yes my darling, that tree awaiting, in its very soil, for our fountain of living water, to nourish
Come and hold my hand, as this path, could indeed be, exceedingly treacherous
Not by demons, nor by the angels of death, no my darling, but by our very fellow humans, with a Cold Heart, now hold my hand, as this path, could indeed be, exceedingly treacherous
Our Beloved Iran, with a unique opportunity, to resurrect, its wonderful glory
Not by Kings or Queens, no my darling, but by the greatness of its people, with their sacrifices, to resurrect, its wonderful glory
May the spirits of our Martyrs, rejoice, in our blessed efforts, to rescue, our beloved land
Let’s do our part, and not let them down, yes my sweet, we’re indeed on the right path, and now, let’s resurrect, our wonderful land
