Azhidehak
I try
Try hard to laugh much
Life is short; sure for me in this age
I want to laugh out loud
Even if for short time
But can I?
How van I?
'I love you the old land'
Is Parsi; purified.
Shah took him
The poet and jailed him for feeling
Feeling pains of nation.
People saw and thanked him
A hero; was lifted to skies;
Was great.
His words turned to a song
But not sung in Iran
Far outside.
Ukrainian orchestra
Ukrainian conductor.
We owe thanks to Ukraine.
Can I laugh?
How can I?
Azhidehak on throne!
How can I?
The devil monster,
Zahhak, eats youths' brains.
Where is Fereidoon?
Where is Kaveh?
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