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Persia's poetic past

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The sands of time have always known

That civilization which has grown

In that plateau we call Iran

Land of the Lion, and the Sun


Kourosh brought unmatched glory,

Dariush's Persepolis told a lasting story,

Strength came from tolerance and freedom,

Justice and nobility flourished in this kingdom


Wise words of Kourosh, baked on a cylinder of clay;

Respect all foreign cultures, and the right to freely pray,

Women were respected, and slavery abolished

Kourosh was Great, for the "Human Rights" he polished


The greatest empire ever seen

Their lasting legacy was unforeseen

Masters of the world

The Persians' achievements must be told


And what of Marathon, Thermopylae, and Salamis?

Did the Greeks truly receive such bliss?

Herodotus embellished, told lies for the West

For the Persians, these were skirmishes at best


But every golden era must someday end

So too Achaemanesh's dynasty would bend

Alexander's army won, but could not see

Win or lose, Persians' hearts always stay free


Revenge, envy, and wine made Alexander yearn

The pride of Persia, Persepolis, to burn

The labor of years, by a thousand artisans employed

Took one lunatic one night, for this jewel to be destroyed


Greatness comes, from a worthy contribution

To humanity, to art, to law, or a scientific institution

Those who burn and loot deserve our hate

So answer this, was Alexander truly Great?


Parthians picked up the torch of our land

Put Iranian rule back in Iranian hand

They showed Greece and Rome, to name just two

That Iran possesses great horses, and great MEN too


Like a Phoenix, from the ashes rising

The Sassanians arrived, with Iran reorganizing

Power, wealth, and wisdom again flourished

The rule of Ardeshir, Shapur, and Khosro let Iran be nourished


Life was based on three simple needs

Good Thoughts, Good Words, and Good Deeds

Monotheist religion, for all its evil and its good

Came from Iran, from where Zarathustra stood


Rome, for all its power and its legions

Couldn't touch Iran's vast regions

Many times Rome tried but failed

Every time cataphract armor thundered and hailed


But Sassanian wealth and beauty caught the eye

Of a dessert tribe, whose religion was a lie

Like dessert snakes, they ruthlessly attacked

Until beautiful Ctesiphone was sacked


Rostam-e-Farokhzad, the brave and capable general

Fought till the end, though his wounds were several

At Qaddissiya, he came to Iran's defense

Alas, the Taazi army was too dense


With coercion and the sword

Islam was able to spread its word

A dark and sinister force was born

That to this day brings Iran much scorn


Some to India had to flee

Iran's destruction was unbearable to see

Parsees, they are called to this day

Ahura Mazda, with them will always stay


But Iranian roots are strong and hard to kill

Iran was freed again, with such a thrill

The Saffarids would answer the nation's call

To make Arab tyranny shamefully fall


Don't mourn the Ashura, weep a Taazi's death

Hassan and Hossein were foreigners, who weakened Iran's breath

If mourn you must, then mourn, a national event

Like Gauguamela, or Qaddissiya, places of great lament


While Europe was stagnant in its Dark Ages

Persian scholars thrived, free from mental cages

From algebra, to astronomy, and architecture

Persians wrote the book, and gave the lecture


A time of great Persian thinkers had emerged

Where poetry and science, love and knowledge, easily verged

Saadi, Hafez, Rumi, Omar Khayam to name a few

Thanks to them, humanity exponentially grew


Who could forget Ferdowsi, the greatest poet ever?

He gave us Sam, Zal, and Rostam, heroes both brave and clever

The Persian language, so eloquently resurrected

As The Shahnameh was written with all Arabic words neglected


Many other invaders would come again, much the same

From Genghis Khan to Teimur the Lame

They would loot, burn, and murder

The cities too proud to surrender


Though Turks and Mongols had military strength

They were lacking in cultural length

The Persian culture was too rich, to be absorbed into theirs

Instead they settled in Iran, and joined her proud heirs


It's clear from this short and simple recap

That Iran had its share of glory, as well as mishap

Our generation is unfortunate, assigned the station

Of another dark chapter, in the book of our nation


Once again Zahak is in power

His snakes consume and poison every flower

He uses religion and superstition

To enforce his selfish and malicious mission


So once more dust off the Kaviyani banner

And fly it high, in a proud and fitting manner

Zahak and his snakes will die once more

And our nation we shall yet restore


Iran in its infancy reached the sky

Will Faravahar's wings expand, will Iran soar that high?

Just lift the veil, you'll surely see

Iran's brightest days lie ahead, when the Aryans are free again


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very nice siamak jaan.......





fadat :) . . .

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