Persian Voices: Claws of Insurgents
O … the morning breeze who rise from the East
Travel to Azerbaijan at dawn
Mourn and cry for that land of darkness
Kiss for me that rose-colored soil
Then travel to Azargoshasb
Bewail in that fire temple
In that ruined ivan
If you see the spirit of Keyqobad and the soul of Kavous
Tell them, O … the fortunate kings
O … prides of the crown and worthies of the throne
Shahanshahs of Ecbatana and Istakhr
All found glory and pride in this land
This was the land of armies at the time of Cyrus
The resting place of warriors and the camp of the king
For the games of the King and his prime
I see it now, captive in the claws of insurgents.
Andi, Kamyar. “Nationalism, Political, and the Development of Archaeology.” American Journal of Aechaeology. *32 Quoted in Arayanpour 1971,132.Page 55. Web.
Editor’s Note: Bahar wrote this after the Russians occupied Azerbaijan in 1909 during Iran’s civil war and later became one of Persia’s poet laureates.