Its the rain of Fall , Its the grief of heavens hall.
The bowing cloud crying in pain of burning vein.
School of knowledge started with shout!
Head master sent funny kids out!
Slapping the cheerful youth, with hatred!
Fall again, school memories inner painted!

Oh classmate! We all miss you with care!
Friends and dying flowers at chair!
Its the rain of Fall crying on the prison wall
I wish I could break it all!
Wonderful dreams we had of tomorrow
Gone with the wind oh sorrow!

Beautiful day beautiful dream!
Looking for Messiah to scream!
A generation with broken wings!
In falcons paw hunted rings!
The same falcon killed you before my eyes
In a flash of time in dark skies
Hopes anguished, friends separated or vanished!

You drank the juice of death!
Flying high in sky less breath
I swear To tears of grieved mothers
To thoughts of honors,
To drops of lovers blood
To pains of cells in flood!

My heart tore into pieces
I swear love, To Jesus!
How sounds the heaven? Tell me!
Smell freedom seven? Yell me!
Miss the youth time & nation?
What a love & sensation!

Tell me!
No oppressors ruling there?
No innocents beheaded there?
No one is stealing your intelligence there?
No one rapes your pride there?
No anonymous graves there?
No cries of mothers heard there?

Oh mate! Recite my poem with plaint!
Its all over again, the school time, Fall!
Its the grief of heavens hall
Oh classmate! Companion We miss you with care!
Friends and dying flowers at chair!

هیلا دختر شایستهء و بایسته و چکامه سرای ایران با ترانهء زیبا و پر معنای خود از دل برآشفتهء جوانان ایران زمین میگوید (less info)