I don’t swear to this city/ Behzad Beigly

When you pick a stone
You overcome the world
While millions of birds
Took up their liberation songs
On the branches of your heart

No, it’s not so
That I swear to the figs and olives
But I’ll swear to;
A land where is the territory of palm and olive trees
And the hall of audience of josephs
If only the cornices of Qods remain for me
I’ll lance the bricks one by one to the Jew dogs
To keep my clean for ever