Mardom Hamishe Mardom - Aref Übersetzung ins Englische

Mardom Hamishe Mardom

اي حنجر بريده با خنجر مدارا
سرود تازه سر كن از خشم مردم ما
از اقتدرا شب ساز بر خاك ما چه وحشت
ما از تبار خشميم با يك قبيله نفرت
بگذار تا بريزند خون من و تو بر خاك
كه رو به مرگ دارند اين كودكان ضحاك
فرياد كن به عشقي اين شعر سرخ ايمان
مردم هميشه مردم ايران هميشه ايران
مردم هميشه مردم ايران هميشه ايران
مردم گدازان به اين اندك
با خيل نيزه داران
سربانهاي بي سر
مردم پرستان را به تيغ اگر چه بستند
اگر چه سينه ها را در دخمه شكستند
دست و پاي سربي با جوخه هاي اعدام
اگر چه هديه كردند با خون شب شهيدان

People Are Always People

Oh, you who have been silenced by the dagger of tolerance,
Sing a new song of the anger of our people.
What fear is there of the power of the night builder on our land?
We are of the lineage of anger, with a tribe of hatred.
Let them shed the blood of you and me on the ground,
For these are the children of Dahhak, facing death.
Cry out in love this red poem of faith,
People are always people, Iran is always Iran.
People are always people, Iran is always Iran.
People who melt away at this moment,
With a multitude of spear-bearers,
Headless sergeants.
Even though they have tied up the idolaters to the sword,
Even though they have broken the chests in the dungeon,
If with leaden hands and firing squads,
Even if they offered you the blood of the martyrs of the night,