by Ali Karim (1931-1969 )
whose arms were severed,
Babak, whose lands were ravaged by fire,
Babak, who was taken village by village
Through the vast ruins of the East,
In a bloody red cart,
As an example for people.
Babak, who died and came back to life.
Babak, who was somewhat consoled
When he saw that they had severed his arms.
Babak, whose dreams were in red,
Babak, who said: "Hey friends,
Take your troops, attack,
Join my arms that were left without me
And are fighting on the battlefield."
Translated by Aynura Huseinova and Ulviyya Mammadova.
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