‌های تاریک و سرد، به سوی آفتاب می‌روم

I am that cypress branch with a raised neck, going beyond the dark and cold nights, towards the sun.

I have kissed all the stars. O souvenir of the blood of lovers.

Oh Sepideh, sing with me the song of bright red light. If آن

This pure blood was spilled on the ground in every direction with its cry.

Blood, a flame ignites, a forest rises.