What is this face of the homeland in front of me!? Hanging in the air. برهنه

He is hanging in a long and bloody struggle, restless and bare.

“Faith is a repulsive heritage, eye to eye, eye to eye.”

The desolation in the face of countless sorrowful faces pressing against it. زاده

Is our only refuge in vain struggle? Do not dig your own grave.

Let this land, full of blood, be left alone for a while. خواب نیست

With the freshness of bare bodies in his embrace, although he is still not asleep on his chest.

We have not found peace, but the bread we have eaten, oh the heavy burden of sanctity.

Bread on the shrouds!