Mountain of Sorrow

Heart, give up hope, the arch is made of wine, the lip is filled with song,

Fresh hope, come towards me, for the house is empty.

The roar of thirst rises from the rivers, The dagger and the rock, from the cry of the rebellious, are filled.

The language of anger and pride, from whom can one learn?

For the"Seventh Reading of History" is eternally complete.

Perhaps the eagle will not return again, For the mountain is sorrowful, and the nest is empty.

دل از اميد، خم از مي، لب از ترانه تهيست

اميد تازه به سويم ميا که خانه تهيست

خروش العطش از رودخانه ها برخاست

ستيغ و صخره ز فرياد عاصيانه تهيست

زبان خشم و غرور از که ميتوان آموخت

که «خوان هفتم تاريخ» جاودانه تهيست

مگر عقاب دگر باره بر نميگردد

که کوهسار غمين است و آشيانه تهيست