From the slopes of mountains green

Comes an echo

In a crescendo

Thumping with every passing second

It is the sound of 40 million hearts beating

It is the sound in each step

Each footstep

On this beloved land

It is the sound of my own heart

It is the march of brave men and women

With fire in their eyes

Burning in hope, love and faith

Burning from a rising sun

To dispel the ignorance

To dispel the tyranny that plagues this land

Strength and fortitude

Love and sacrifice

What more does it take

To liberate the lives of many

Many living under the evil hands of men whose hearts are made of stone

This land is mine my brother

This land is yours my sister

Hand in hand

Let it be for all

Where the rising sun never fades

Despair not my love

A new dawn approaches

When all our hearts will sing with one voice

One voice to soothe the cries of our people’s grief

One voice to silence all who betray us

One voice to enlighten the world

One voice my friend

One voice

One song

One land

 

BELOVED KURDISTAN

 

Aryana Qendil

23rd May 2004