Tan Man Neel o Neel (تن من نیل و نیل)

We ourselves are our own killers

We ourselves are our own enemies

We ourselves are the flames of fire

And our courtyard is in the line of fire

We make our own garden weep

We crush our own flowers

We ourselves are our own culprits

We ourselves are our own captivity

Who will fall first

This is what the abyss wonders

Such a blue has been inflicted by our wounds

Our body and soul are blue, entirely blue

Such a blue has been inflicted by our wounds

Our body and soul are blue, entirely blue

On our own game, we

Defeat our own selves

Setting fire to our own house

We warm our own hands

Each with their own neck

Each with their own trouble

With the splatters of our own blood