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(Translated) - By Dr Kamal Mirawdeli
Festival of Kurds that brings rapture and joy
For many years all our hopes were down-flung
Fresh rose of spring in the blood of our young
That colour red on the high Kurdish skylines
Is taking dawn tidings to far and near nations
It was Newroz imbued our hearts with such fire
And made our youth face death with desire
Sunlight flooding our high homeland mountains
Is the blood of our martyrs against the horizons
Never in the history of any other nation were
The breasts of young girls used to shield war
Don’t let us mourn the martyrs of homeland
Not dead. They live on in heart of the nation.
Newroz Festival by Peeramerd, Translated by Dr Kamal Mirawdeli