Women / Life / Freedom [ Part 2 ]

O scar upon my troubled heart, what do you seek? O old wound within my soul, what do you seek? I hold a dried lake within my embrace, O red rain from the clouds of my eyes, what do you seek?

Oh, the pain, oh, the pain of these endless losses, O death, what do you seek from the lives of my friends? Where is my peace? Where is my laughter? My trust? I am left with nothing, and I no longer know what you seek.

We— We are the heirs of countless pains, We are the tears of longing eyes.

We— We are a distant, lonely land wrapped in dust, We have nothing but sorrow, and each other. We yearn for one lasting smile, We are weary of these restless days.

Tell me, world, that sorrow will not remain this way, That our dreamless world will not remain sad. Say something! Calm this turmoil within, This heavy grief lodged in our chests will not stay.

O fate, tell those high above, Our place below will not last forever. The cries from this house of sorrow will not be silenced, This tale's Farhad will not remain without his Shirin.

We— We are the heirs of countless pains, We are the tears of longing eyes.

We— We are a distant, lonely land wrapped in dust, We have nothing but sorrow, and each other. We yearn for one lasting smile, We are weary of these restless days.