What place is this?
Life so precious
Extinguished shockingly.
What place is this?
Youth so sweet
Shot in the street.
What place is this?
A regime so ruthless
Run by the truthless.
What place is this?
The struggle for human rights
And cries to God at night.
What place is this?
Neda, your call now irrepressibly ringing in the ears of the world.
Your voice haunts the night and the day here.
What place is this?
Vainly blindfolding the tellers only to have the people show the truth unvarnished.
Vainly silencing a few voices only to create a thousand voices telling the truth untarnished.
Neda, your face is now the revolution.
Neda, your call cuts through the noise pollution.
You have bent the moral arc of the universe.
Your martyr has exposed the perverse.
Neda, your sleep has awakened the world.
Sleep well dear girl.