Newroz is the symbol of struggle and resistance For a nation deprived of freedom and peace; The desire to create a New Day In a country by force divided, In darkness for years. Newroz is a page of world history Forged and locked behind iron gates; For the Kurds a book written by sacred blood Scattered over every corner of a land Where pure white snow begins to melt in March And the yellow bright sun of Zoroaster in spring Turns the land of the Medes into a green carpet. Newroz is the fury of those massacred in Ararat; The cries of those in Dêrsim burned in closed caves; The sighs of mourning mothers and wives Whose husbands and sons were hanged in Mahabad; The agony of the five thousand gassed in Halabja; The pain of the two million fleeing tyranny. It is the aspiration of three million Kurds in Syria Waiting for the dark night to give way to the light. Newroz is the living dream of those who died So that others may live free; The return of the sun; The defeat of darkness; The hope for a better tomorrow In Kurdistan: Homeland of the Kurds.