است که چنین نالانم در سینه امید و زغمش گریانم بگذاشته پشت سر مرا هر چه که بود بر گشته به مهر به خانه ویرانم دور از اتش جان چه کس میسوزد مردانه به اتشش قدم میمانم اکه نبود هیچ کس از تقدیرش گر مرده ویا زنده مگر میمانم با انکه بود مدعی هر گوشه مرا عشق وطن است که من از ان روشانم
English translation
It is from love of the homeland that I lament so, In my chest, hope—yet from its sorrow I weep. I have left behind whatever once was mine, And returned, in love, to my ruined home. Far from the fire of the soul, who would burn? I step forward bravely into its flames. If there were no one left by fate’s decree, Whether dead or alive, still I would remain. Though in every corner there are those who accuse me, It is love of the homeland that gives me my light. (AI translation)