Ay Khanum Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Some see it as a hill
I do not
Some have sold everything
I did not
Some pass by; walk on it day and night
I cannot
I was there
I saw all, talked to her
I made film to take out
He took it, I know why
And it died
I cry
Ay…and ay

Like those cows
On that day
That morning
Them, shouting
Scared I, in hiding
I have to
I need to
I must shout, shout and shout
Ay … Blood

If that is what cows did
Following the blood
By smell
No trace of killer
By shouting they shouted
No! They roared
Those lions did not shout,
They scared the Amu
Everything, land, sky

Ay khanum, I must roar, “Ay people, ay culture, ay borders, and Commander Hassan, ”
He dug out each stone of the fort, ancient fort, to export and he sold
Ay and ay, ay and …ay…
I cry and cry
Ignorance!
Dirty games, Injustice!