In the name of all your lovers, I swear that death is also life in your way, if life is thirsty for our death, the one who has not died is not alive,
you have been wounded from the depths of history, the blood is flowing from my sonnets, if you are asleep, you want to burn the day of this death, your awakening, the
cloud of my hatred, so that your soil becomes a flower again, to my blood, if you are thirsty, then pour it back so that your ruins will be destroyed,
I swear in the name of all your lovers. If life is thirsty for our death, the one who has not died is not alive either, if the cold and black of your arrow is not alive, if I
give in to the cold and black rain of your arrow, I will give my head to the wind of the homeland to the dream of the sun and the passion of spring, tell
the future of our situation that the hardship of your love will be eased
so that the tall-headed young Iranian will deserve the history of Iran
, in the name of all your lovers, who will be in your way. Death is also life, if life is thirsty for our death, the one who is not dead is not alive either.
