ﻣﻦ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺳﻦ ﺟﻮﺍﻧﯽ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻨﺎﻥ ﺭﻫﺴﭙﺭﻡ          ﺻﺪﻑ ﻋﺼﻤﺖ ﺩﺭﯾـﺎﯼ ﻭﻻ‌ ﺭﺍ ﮔـﻮﻫـﺮﻡ
ﻣﻦ ﺟﻮﺍﺩﻡ ﮐﻪ ﺟﻬﺎﻥ ﺭﯾﺰﻩ ﺧﻮﺭ ﺟﻮﺩ ﻣﻨﺴﺖ          ﻧﻬـﻤـﯿـﻦ ﺣﺠّـﺖ ﺣﻖ ﻣـﺎﯾـۀ ﻓـﺨـﺮ ﺑـﺸـﺮﻡ

ﭘـﺪﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﭘـﺪﺭ ﻫـﻤـﺴـﺮ ﻣـﻦ کـرد شـهـیـد          ﮐﺰ ﻏﻤﺶ ﺷﻤﻊ ﺻﻔﺖ ﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﺯ ﭘﺎ ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﻡ
ﻫﻤﺴﺮﻡ ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻨﺪ ﭘﯿﺮﻭﯼ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻂ ﭘﺪﺭ          ﺩﺍﺩ ﺯﻫــﺮﯼ ﮐـﻪ ﺷـﺪﻡ ﭘـﯿـﺮﻭ ﺧـﻂ ﭘــﺪﺭﻡ
ﻫﺮﭼﻪ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺟﮕﺮﻡ ﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ آﺏ ﻧﺪﺍﺩ          ﺗﺸﻨﻪ ﻟﺐ ﮐُـﺸﺖ ﻣﺮﺍ ﻫـﻤـﺴﺮ ﺑـﯿـﺪﺍﺩ ﮔـﺮﻡ
آﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﮔﺮﯾﻪ ﮐﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺍﻍ ﻣﻦ ﺗـﺎﺯﻩ ﺟـﻮﺍﻥ          ﮐﺎﻧﺪﺭ ﺍﯾﻦ ﺣﺠﺮﻩ ﮐﺴﯽ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﺑﮕﯿﺮﺩ ﺧﺒﺮﻡ
ﮐﺸﺘﻪ ﺷﺪ ﻣـﺎﺩﺭ ﻣﻦ ﮔﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺟﻮﺍﻧﯽ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ          ﭘــﯿــﺮﻭ ﻣــﺎﺩﺭ ﻭ آﻣــﺎﺩﻩ ﺑــﺮﺍﯼ ﺳــﻔــﺮﻡ
ﻭﻗـﺖ ﻣُـﺮﺩﻥ ﭘـﺪﺭﻡ ﭼـﺸـﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﻣﻦ ﺑﻮﺩ          ﻣﻦ ﻫـﻢ ﺍﯾﻨﮏ ﺑـﺨـﺪﺍ ﭼـﺸـﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﭘـﺴﺮﻡ
ﭘـﺴـﺮﻡ ﺭﺍ ﺑـﮕـﻮ ﺍﯼ ﺑـﺎﺩ ﺻـﺒـﺎ ﺯﻭﺩ ﺑـﯿــﺎ          ﮐـﻪ ﻣـﻦ آﻣــﺎﺩۀ ﺭﻓــﺘـﻦ ﺑـﻪ ﺩﯾــﺎﺭ ﺩﮔــﺮﻡ
ﮔــﺮﯾــﻪ ﮐـﻦ ﺷــﯿــﻌــﻪ ﮐـﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺳــﺘـﻢ          ﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﭘـﺎﺭﻩ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺯﻫـﺮ ﻫـﻼ‌ﻫـﻞ ﺟﮕـﺮﻡ