Shirkoh Goz Babak Khorram Din
This eternal light of mine
Qiblah and shelter of the good of this country
It's always green, it's always clean
It's always bright and loud
This is clear until the current of time
This sunrise without sunset and love without limits
This glorious plateau is safe from bites
Always proud in the transition of good and bad
Delfroz nest is my home
In such a bad and cold time
His seal is my best excuse
Under the bright sky
From inside the chest of stone pillars
It jumps to the soil of the springs of light
The dust blows on the shoulders of distant memories
Dafine Eshgh Dam, Khazane Shur Dam
As if still after centuries
That time when the moon blows to the back of the mountain
Sometimes the castle is visible on the mountain
Babakan's soul appears behind the fence
Zealous Babak goes to Tek from the top of the mountain
In his stirrup, the walking horse squeals
This is a brave lion breed
It goes forward in the silence of the night
The mountain and the sky are his shelter
Ripples in the moon crystal
Dumb role from ancient times
The curtain of time hurts
The dust of distant years is visible
I am tired of life
Seen, abused, cursed
A whip from the whips
Remnants of oppression under my burden
poverty and need- Jizya and tribute
He takes the responsibility of this helpless people
To scatter that court of oppression, to burn that house of oppression
In my mind, it looks like Bazbabkan
A flame burns in his gaze, hot and fiery, relentless anger
He is a brave mountain lion with a golden coat
Beside him, Red Jamgan, Jemla Jan Sapar
The impenetrable road of the high mountains of Sarfaraz peak
Let's throw down the palace of oppression
years and years – Ahrman's palace broke into a fever
years and years –In fear of lowly enemies
Years of fighting
Years of fighting for victory and victory
Dumb roles run together
The claws of the night play a different role now
It can be seen the role of cunning and blood
The half-way friend of cunning and madness
The one who used to brag about two sets of things for him
The dagger is suffering now in his neck
The sky is black, the faces of people are desperate
He pulls Shareza's milk in front of the filth
Ah Rozgar, Rozgar, Rozgar, Rozgar, Tarr, Fortune overturned
Brave Babak under the yoke! Rags of a male lion tied in a noose?
Ah of this oppression, woe of this fashion
Shaheswar Yel goes captive to Samarra to the old wolf
The legions of Turkish enemies and whips are all by his side day and night
The heart of a nation beats at the back of his neck
Motasim is the same enemy
Sometimes his house of corruption is sitting waiting for him
Old and young, children and adults
They have lined up around Dar al-Aam
Zealous Babak with a red robe
Sitting on a mountain pile
Like a brave male lion, like a mountain goat, hard and firm
Gather the whips around him in a row
Swords in the hands of razors to the floor
Motasim shouts at him:
"Who are you, Man Na Khalaf? Tell me..
There is no answer to his question
People's eyes stare at Babakan
That brave person walks forward
There is a seal of silence on his lips
The sting of a dagger in his eyes
Do not give it again:
Are you staring? say your name
Babak and the silence of a world of messages in his silence
His hatred drips from his face
Mutasim screams in anger: O cut the palate with me and silence?
Ange cries out of madness: "Slap her on the shoulder of the blacksmith."
The dirty man walks forward, wearing his red clothes
His bright blood drips into the dark dirt, that pure look
But out of pride, so that the enemy does not see his yellow face
It shows off the color of a tulip from a bleeding wound
His face is made of purple rose blood
Ange is staring at the sky from the ground
Happy and full of strength, he prostrates to the God of life
Oh dear servant, let me be easy on the way to the homeland, death and honor
Moatasem hits Nahib again
Hit the other shoulder of the woman with a blade, cut the tongue, cut the tension
Brave Babak roared in clear blood
The last cry comes from his throat
Now, O homeland that is always pure
What a fear of death
Will your precious series fall to the ground?
Again, the roles run together
The shadows of the night pull me to the sky
To the glory of love, to the house of light, to the stars
I see that time in the silence of the night
The soul of Khorhamsh appears behind the mountains
A vague bang is heard from behind the fence
Brave Babak Khorrami Trust, you are of good descent
When did that green tree fall to the ground?
He was born for love
When will it perish that which was sacrificed?
On the way to the homeland for honor?
Homa Arjangi
