Look, O soil of the graveyard of
a dear one that is asleep before you,
which was the red heart of faith
, the hero who
never fell to the ground, the one
who died in the field
, the one who was the man of the field, the cloud of
the good, the mourning of our hero
for the sleepless conqueror of the squares,
the one who destroyed the silence of the city with his uprising
between the enemy and the enemy,
the one who turned
our frozen body into the color of fire and blood in the night of terror, someone who turned our frozen body into
the color of fire and blood
. Who, by his fall, taught us companions
in the
chain of the beginning of the accident
, taught us strangers from relatives the
song of harmony at the
time of disaster,
salutation, O free man
, salutation, O standing cedar,
salutation, O helper of man,
salutation, O helper of man, salutation, O helper of man, you
who have renewed the mourning of Siavash
in the hearts of the hearts,
salutation, O fire of faith
, O cloud of goodness, mourn the mourning of our hero for the
sleepless conqueror of the fields.
From your red soil,
we all screamed and screamed at night, we
all traveled in your way with our bare chests
to the bottom of the razor blade and with the lips of the curse,
if our
lips are closed in chains
, if we stay with you under the burden of broken pain, if we fall in the
slaughterhouse,
we cry from you again for the last cry,
hello, O kind friend, hello,
you sleeping, wake
up, hello, O free man,
hello, you standing cedar
. Reminder of the world of the unique man, the
conqueror and the fielder of every battle with the enemy,
the difficult days of perseverance
, the invincible epic, the courage
of the hero
to Babak.
