Bazgasht e Padeshah(return of the king)

Har anche az talast jala nadarad,
Har anke ke sargardan ast,gomgashte nist,
Fartooti ke ghodratmand ast,pajhmorde nakhahad shod,
Riishehaye amigh yakh zade nakhahand shod,

Az khakestar ha atashi bidar khahad shod,
Az sayeha noori cheshme khahad gereft;
Az nou sakhte khahad shod tighi ke shekaste bood,
bi taj dobare tajdar khahad shod.

هنوز از یادم نرفته

هنوز از یادم نرفته بوی شب بوی تو باغچه
مزه ی قرمه و قیمه, مزه ی تند پیازچه
هنوز یادم نرفته بازیای بچه هارو
صدای سوک سوک و استپ, خنده های بی هوا رو
هنوز یادم نرفته قهرا و آشتیامونو
صدای حق حق گریه, بغض توی دلامونو
تا ابد یادم می مونه که یه روز, یه وقت, یه جایی
خنده و شادی می کردیم, بی خیال هر بلایی
تا ابد یادم می مونه اتحاد و بچگی رو
دوستیای خالصونه, عاشقای واقعی رو
تا ابد یادم می مونه بازی با قاصدکارو
گفتن راز دلا و صحبت از آرزوهارو

صاعقه

كاش ميشد مي اومدي و من رو فروزان مي كردي

We all came from Iran,
to the land of Uncle Sam.
We went from eating NIMROO,
to eating eggs and ham.
Oh my, how times have changed from when we were just boys.
When life was safe and simple, no Barney among our toys.
KALEH PACHEH for breakfast, was not a weird thing.
We idolized Dariush, and listened to Googoosh sing.
We all watched Samad's finger, go into someone's eyes.
We laughed at that so hard, no Lows and all was Highs.
We went to the Noonvaie, picking up Sangak.
Now it's going to Megamarket, and picking from the rack.
We all did open our fists, and played lili lili hozak.
Now our kids play Nintendo, with a little boy named Jack.
Grandma's house was so cute, and doors were open wide.
We crawled into her baghcheh, and found a place to hide.
How she told us stories of Rostam and Zaha'k.
Now we tell our kids stories, about Bugs and Daffy duck.
Sport we loved was soccer, playing the round ball.
Not this funny looking oblong, thing they call football.
We used to enjoy Fardin, and Beyk Imanverdi.
Now it's going to Cineplex, watching Bone Collector, Hasti?
We jumped into a taxi, to go from A to B.
The greatest ride in whole world, was drive to Caspian Sea
We drive on super highways, and watch for a radar gun.
We forget we all used to be driving a PEYKA'AN.
Our vacations are spent, somewhere on a beach.
Far from Rasht and Ra'msar, where we smell but can't reach.
Koloocheh eating in shoma'l, we all can still taste.
How we hold onto memories, not let them go to waste.
How we used to be comfy, in that entourage.
Now we fake our way through life, and try to camolflaughe.
We left that country behind, and came to a new world.
When our King went down, tripping on his sword.
We watched Saddam attack our country in a pop.
We hated them Iraqis, without bleeding a single drop.
We don't know how to let go, or hang on to our past.
We know something for sure though, nothing will ever last.
These people amongst we live, who show that they are kind.
What do they really think of us, in back of their mind?
No one but us knows SOMAGH, and how good is TAHHDIG.
They see us eating burned rice, and think we've flipped our wig.
We chop up cucumbers, and put it in our MAST.
They look at us eating that, and think that we are lost.
These patriotic songs that, they always sing 'em.
Does anybody wonder, what's our national anthem?
Do we belong to here, or do we belong there?
Does anybody knows us, does anybody care?
They ask us about fanatics, they ask us how we feel.
We give 'em our stock answer, they sure can't help us heal.
We all are so much at odds, with where we're living now.
We all can be writing books, on adopting and how.
The Iranian gene that, we carry in our mind.
Has made us all to look for, our very own kind.
So much of what that makes us, it's made from the same mold.
The Iranian in us, that we treasure like gold.
I say "alef, beh, peh, teh, seh..." and you know what I mean.
I ask for seven 'S'es, and you know I mean haft sin.
I say something is not SHOL, and you know it is SEFT.
You tell them something like that, & they look at you left left.
There must be hundred thousand, species on this Rock.
We must be 100th and one, that do on this Earth walk.
Solution to our problems, is one we can not solve.
In this melting pot someday, may all of us dissolve.
So hold on to the 'SHa'hna'meh'and hang on to 'KHaya'm',
And do not let those memories, get buried under time.
We are all from one country, with borders like a cat.
Now that all of us are out, let's not just forget that.
And if anyone ever told you, that Irooni must die.
You sharpen your big finger, and stick it in their eye!

چرا؟

چرا ايـــــران شده مــهد هـــياهو

چرا شاهان چو شير و ما چو آهو

چرا فكر خروج از خاك ايران

شده واجب تر از حفظ مريوان

چرا ياد خـــدا از ياد رفــته

چرا فرهنگ ما بر باد رفته

چرا مد از فرنـــگ آيد به ايران

چرا سيران كنند اين خطه ويران

چرا ترياك و وافور و سماور

شده فائق به ايــــمان و برادر

چرا هر قاصــدك آيد به دستت

كني كاري كه با سازت برقصد

قفس

تويه اين دنياي سبز و رنگارنگ

كه نشسته گل خنده روي سنگ

گوشه اي كنج غريبي رو زمين

جايي كه نور كمي گشته ثمين

جايي كه مهربوني فنا شده

ذره اي لطف و صفا طلا شده

يه قفس هست كه دلم تويه اونه

يكّه و تنهايي اونجا زندونه

اميدش يه روز سحر از آسمون

يه روز آفتابي با رنگين كمون

قاصدك بياد دل و رها كنه

در كلّ قفسا رو وا كنه

تا دلم با لا بره پيش خدا

بره اونجا كه نديده كس گدا

دل من از جنس قاصدك بشه

ساده و سفيد و بي كلك بشه

نوروز

بلاخره اومد تا بسته ها رو باز كنه تا به ما بفهمونه كه هيچ چيز فاني نيست مگر جسم تا به ما بفهمونه كه تلخ ترين چيزها هم يه روزي شيرين مي شن تا به ما بفهمونه كه عمر ما چه قدر زود در حال گذر و ما روز به روز، به روز موعود نزديك تر ميشيم روزي كه همه بسته باز مي شن تا به نور و يا تاريكي مطلق برسن.