Freedom

A poem by Mehrdad Naghibi

Freedom,

Oh burning spark,

Bloom like a flower.

Now in the vast plain,

You will blossom,

Oh blood-stained flower,

Every night the wounded birds

Will sing a song for you.

They will raise their voices,

Oh sister,

Oh brother;

When the people roar on the shores of the Caspian Sea,

And those brave ones,

On the path of the battlefield of love,

Take steps towards the boundless plains of freedom.

Once again, the sound of bullets;

From burnt chests,

The fist of the sun will pick flowers.

That tree of freedom,

Will stand tall,

From the blood of many.

In the tears of the oppressed,

In the eyes of sorrow,

It destroys life.

Oh flower, broken into a thousand pieces,

I am trapped in my heart,

In this burnt plain;

Oh blessed words,

I cry out to you,

Freedom.