I am a tree of life in the Middle East
I have seen so many winds and storms but I never fell apart
I drank blood instead of water
My leaves fell down but I didn’t dry
Agirê, Dêrsim, Zîlan, Helebçe and Cizîra Botan
Enemy destroyed all, but I am still here
I became a seed, fell to the ground and blossomed like flowers of march
In Herekol, Cûdî, Sîpanê, Munzur and Heranê lowland.