Iran, Cradle Mine
Iran, cradle mine, oh my crib sublime
How I have grown to love thee
You my refuge, so devotedly mine
Have now rejected me so profoundly
Imprisoned am I and here alone
As I search your strength in vain
Mother mine with your heart of stone
You have turned our bond to pain
Whose arms must I seek as I cry?
Will I ever have your love again?
Can what we had just merely die?
Am I orphaned now by such disdain?
|