3 poems of mostafa badkoobei

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--------------------------------------------------------------------Mostafa Badkoobei / Omid Badkoubeh

04-10-2005

When you say homeland''when the homeland is expressed in your words''

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When you're saying homeland i feel theweight of the death like the dust on my heart

as if i possibly could believe in a lionbeing defeated by a mouse in a combat

When you're saying homeland, itmakes me suddenly freeze in astonishment

And the sight of this astonishment,i make it wet with blood of my heart

When you say homeland, the pen

feels the fear and the trembling in itself

then, i throw myself in the dance ofdeath with that pen, on the sheet

without Cyrus and Thamtan*, how you daretalking about home country to us?

*(a hero of a Persian tale)

I live the life in relation to the oldPerspolis

it is the blood of Avesta which is

circulating in the vein of the Iranian culture

i lose myself in the Holy Script of Love,taking it by heart

when you're saying home, hn meh * tears into pieces

*(old Persian poem)

My tears run for the sake of the old andbrave Ferdows*

*(Persian poet)

When you say home, it smells ofPalestine!

# When did i cuddle together theoriginal love with Arab culture?

#version2:(How can i equate the race of love

[Persians] to the Tazis [offensive word for Arabs])

When you say home,


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the blood drops from your hands

it reminds me of killing soul in thename of Allah and Akbar

When you say, home, it's only blood,rage and suicides

I remember the carnage in *Tel Zater*(Trainings camp in Palestine)

When you say home, it is only Jerusalem,Damascus and *Hijaz

*(in Saudi-Arabia)

When did i ever sought thecompanionship of such ignorant?

history of your Iran is swords of theArabs

I remember*Haidar with my justice(a religious character)

Your Iran, means the dark clothes of*Abbasian

*(Arab Caliph dynasty)

I will dress this thriving countrywith bright colours

Your Iran, puts women in jail,in the name of Religion

I will hand over the crown to thesenoble ladies

Your Iran, in the name of Religion...

Your Iran, puts women in jail,in the name of Religion

I will hand over the crown to thesenoble ladies

Your Iran is the city of revenge,stoning and gallows

I will offer love and forgiveness tothe judge

Your Iran is afraid of melody andtune of the flute

I make it fragrant with a love song


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When you're saying home, it meansthe city of sadness

when i have destroyed the flower of hope,before the flower bloomed?

Translation by Andr Mehrdad

http://www.youtube.com/user/IResDK

--------------------------------------------------------------------Recitation in Tehran

Rebellious--------------------------------------------------------------------

I have recently given (connected) my heart tothe rebellious

This is indeed (for sure) a miracle of these times

When ''sedition'' has become a yellingof justice

Heart will, for God's sake.Be deep in the rebel

When injustice has been the fruit of lawand freedom

my poor heart falls in love with injustice andstrangulation (choking)

where the heart's blood drips fromthe clouds of spring

For sure, the spring shams to autumn

when the night of*Ghadr was a dinnerfilled of ignorance

*(a mourning night, religious denomination)

Even the Quran will hate the arrival of*Ramadan

*(month of fasting)

*Sheikh, ritual washing is the bloodfrom our hearts

*(priest)

*Takbir of his prayer is guaranteed ashame to the *Azan

*(praise, saying Allahu Akbar)*(call to prayer)

Sheikh, ritual washing is the bloodfrom our hearts

Takbir of his prayer is guaranteed a


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shame to the Azan

Yesterday, when *Neda's throatbecame full of blood

*(Neda is a girl who got shot during the 2009 riots,and her name means in Farsi: Call)

I swear, tomorrow will be everybody's day ofNeda (uprising)

Yesterday, when Neda's throatbecame full of blood

I swear, tomorrow will be everybody's day ofNeda (uprising)

with a few hundred dead (killed) by *Arash,Sohrab and Siavash

*(Iranian heroes from the ancient Iranian literature)

the name of this country (homeland) is worry,

is worry

we have seen, because of the Sheikh'sown desire

in every second, God's command is variable (change asdesired)

we have seen, because of the Sheikh'sown desire

in every second, God's command is variable (change asdesired)

when because of you, this country of*Zartosht hasbecome a living hell

*(Zartosht is a day of mourning in the Zoroastrian religion)

Without you (this country) will be guaranteeda garden of Paradise

It is not our concern knowing problems ofPalestine and Lebanon

when our own country is in distress and cries

It is not our concern knowing problems of

Palestine and Lebanon

when our own country is in distress and cries

You, who are crying for Lebanon and Gaza

It's our own *Kurds and Baluch who lacksbread

*(2 provinces in Iran)


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God knows i make my testament before i comehere if i didn't come back..

You, who..

You, who are crying for Gaza and Arabs

It's our own Kurds and Baluch who lacksbread

Even you cannot see (you are blind) but it isthe iranian nation

which is that *lion on the logo of the sun's flag*(ancient iranian flags had a logo with lion and sun)

You, Shaik! Listen (join) to our nation, as youcan see yourself...

in each corner is a *Arash with a arc and arrow

*(an Iranian literature hero with a bow and arrow in his hands,he gave his life to the arrow with his shot to settle the iranian border)

You have not even read that God swears bythe pen

a pen for you means one who praises you

you've broken so many of the opponent's pen

Each verse of expression is a sad place forthose who want to write something (expression)

there are only 2 verses left, no mistake (of

my victory sign)

On my shoulders, the pressure of tyranny

it is a big responsibility, it is heavy responsibility,heavy responsibility

this yelling is not a cry of pessimism

it's a cry of hope!

Translation by Andr Mehrdadhttp://www.youtube.com/user/IResDK

--------------------------------------------------------------------The God of Arabs

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Oh God of Arabs, I am happy to go to the bottom of the hellif there is no voice of any Arab there

Why would I need heaven because I am born with love.Let the heaven with virgins and maids be for the Arabs


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Oh God! Much shame on you if you don't understandbut the rough and bumpy language of Arabs

The God of love who is in our hearts (Persians hearts),not the one who is stuck in the Alphabets of these Arabs

Take me to the depths of the underworld, you Arab god,provided that I dont find any Arabs there.

The most blasfemous and hypocrites, didn't you say, are Arabs?So why these imbeciles praise the Arabs?

I lay my head on the heaven of Zarathustra,not that of the Arabs

My heaven is Ferdowsi's strong poems,who does't give a damn to the Arabs

God oh my beloved God, # please for love's sakerid my country of the Arabs!

#version2:(Please God save my country from the Arab plight!)

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