In Pursuit of Tomorrow

by: Cyrus Mahan

To those whose hearts knew love’s embrace,
In pursuit of our tomorrow’s trace,
Drank deeply from the sunset’s red grace,
In evenings bitter, a sunlit face,
In evenings bitter, a sunlit face.

Oh, my ally, in love’s fervent chase,
For this affection, I earnestly pace,
In the name of my daughter, my Iran’s face,
In battle’s garb, I find my place,
In battle’s garb, I find my place.

A night shall come, the dormant flame wakes,
Once more, life in its ember partakes,
The dance of fervor, my spirit retakes,
In me, the rhythm of life remakes,
In me, the rhythm of life remakes.

Not lost, this blood on Iran’s stakes,
With dawn’s first light, the new day breaks,
Hope reborn, as the morning awakes,
In its glow, our spirit shakes,
In its glow, our spirit shakes.

Again, the night’s extinguished flame,
To life’s dance, it lays its claim,
In my heart, the old passions inflame,
Returning, never to be the same,
Returning, never to be the same.

Behold, in this time’s rigid frame,
Joy blossoms anew, not just in name,
Witness the flower, reborn from the tame,
Reviving, in life’s endless game,
Reviving, in life’s endless game.

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