The Year Of Blood

Do you remember when it was? We were all awake till daylight,
Cigarette to cigarette, because of stress,
Maybe our destiny is imprisoned in the vote box,
We were waiting for a miracle, to come out of that box!

What we believed in, and demanded for,
wasn't on making a choice of the lesser evil,
The shout was like a tumor in our throats,
But no one heard our cries.

It was a bad year, but we weren't bad,
It was such a test, we didn't fail!
We've got that ever response to fist isn't fist,
They beat us, their share was Sandis(1), and ours was billy club!

They tried to slime the green of your shirt,
They broke your body; they sealed your mouth,
They forced you to confess to what you haven't done,
They threatened you to a death, like Neda's.

We just erased that line between men and women,
Even we wore scarves for love of Majid(2).
Our words were clear, and they were deaf,
We were all trees, sentenced to be felled!

The streets smelled blood,
Sohrab was breathing his last, in front of Rostam's eyes.
They cut off the writing hands,
There was a horrible massacre, in the name of God.

The year in which the Coca-bottle smelled Kahrizak(3),
Now, I just want to burst in to tears.

You shouted, and I felt a twinge of envy.
Many times, I died and tortured with you.
Many times, I pounded my fist on the desk,
Many times, I cursed on all history and fate!
All of my poems were bloody,
and I was like an insane falcon in the cage!
It was a bad year, but we weren’t bad,
They tried to break us, but we stood!

Long live all those green cedars,
We're proud and this is our being's pulse.
Tomorrow is the day for sun to rise,
Like you, I'm sure these dark days will come to end.

The bad year, the wind's year, the year of tear and blood,
The year full of hate with excessive insanity!
The year of mine, the year of yours, the year of love and pride,
The year of a hand with a green vote under hatchet

The bad year, the wind's year, the year of tear and blood,
The year full of hate with excessive insanity!
The year of mine, the year of yours, the year of love and pride,
The year of a hand with a green vote under hatchet

Note: (1)a brand for fruit juice, (2)Majid Tavakoli, (3)Kahrizak Detention Center