(04 October 1943 / Germany)

My Beloved Land

My beloved land
My dream, my conviction
My honoured blasphemy and religion
My seventh heaven

What a valiant people!
What sun! What fire!
Rising like the Resurrection,
No obstacle to their will
Not mountain nor hill.

Across the land
passionately they scream:
Martyrdom and determination!

No house without a Rustam
That great warrior
No fortress without an Arash,
That great archer

What a brave nation!
What a proud people!
Let the dust of their footpath
Be an honour on my temple! (*)

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Comments (4)

Herbert, what delightful cautionary tale. Very witty! I especially loved the warm poo! Love, Alison
Sage advice for all of us, Herbert.
This one took me down, up, then back down again, Herbs! It's partner piece to your donkey number of yesterday in the sense of unexpected twists of fate. As for your message here, young Mr Pertillar has sung it all already. Love, Gina.
Herbert, I snese several images of thought here. One must not take for granted one's place nor one's salvation and from where that aid may come. Some criticism may lead one to realize one's place in life. AND if one wants to be accepted in places adventured into...it is best to go along with what is being done. L