Happy birthday, son of Iran.

Your victorious God
is beyond these dark clouds,
behind these years of rain made of tears.

How did you know, while still so small,
a God beyond the god of the dark clouds,
who from the tears of grieving mothers
and the eternal light of truth
creates the seven colours of victory?

In the name of your God, son of Iran,
in the name of the God of the rainbow,
we will make life triumph over death,
and the green forests will return
from the seed of the tree that carries your memory.

Aydin Areta