Come down and walk these roads around the city of Tehran where seven candles burn
Follow me all you who claim to be possessed of charity down to the Crimson Sea
One hundred thousand veils have covered the sun and darkest clouds have blocked and blackened the blue sky
Did you hear the fate of those who educate who even in the grave find no respite from hate?
Have you seen the youth who gave their lives for truth, that girl who kissed the noose and welcomed all abuse?
One hundred thousand suns have fallen to earth with blasts that block the ears from hearing the new song. One hundred thousand veils have covered the truth How many mothers’ cries are lost in the tumult?
There is no war to fight you have no sacred right no holy book to cite to make these wrongs seem right
Does it so offend to want this world to mend, to walk in hope to the end and see each man a friend?
Come down and walk these roads around the cities of Iran which boast so much to man.