Thursday, July 8, 2010

My Homeland (Vatanam)




























Injured but tall and straight, she is long-lasting like a huge mountain.

Alexander went, but she remained; stony lion broke but the deer remained.

Although Arab cruelly ruined her Bistoon, Taq-i Kisra and Ctesiphon; to wipe out any sign of Iran

But she came out of the soil again, like a flower; my homeland, this pure clean water.

Many centuries have passed, and she’s still alive; my homeland has drunk the life water!


“Dr. Alireza Nourizadeh”



Zakhmi amma boland ghamat o raast

Mesle koohi setorg pabarjast

Raft eskandar o be ja ou mand

Shire sangi shekast o ahoo mand


Gar che ivane bistoonash ra

Taghe kasra va bistoonash ra

Kard tazish ba setam viran

Ke namanad neshani az iran


Baz rooyid chon goli az khak

Vatanam in zolale abiye pak

Gharnha raftast va oo zendast

Vatanam abe zendegi khordast


“Dr. Alireza Nourizadeh”

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