Come and tear this body apart again
Don’t let the blood to fall short
Untill now have we sparged this land
Let not the flower gardens dry up

See you the rouge of these flower gardens
Very less wonders are like this in the world
Why not flower will glow with happiness
When the land is the home of martyrs

I am in love with these wind
Which are coming from the paradise
Hidden is a secret in them
Whose harness is ours evocation

The blood of the martyrs
Every time has been the cause of revolution
It is the fortune of this nation
That in this time her martyrs are alive

The river of the blood
Have seen we flowing for a long period
The flower gardens of this land
Have been sparged by this blood

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