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There had been this battle between Iran and Touran for a long time. In the war between Afrasiab from Touran and Manuchehr Shaw -the king of Iran- Iranian crew had trouble winning the rough battle. Finally the two armies came to friendship and in order to erase the fiery atmosphere and to lighten up the frontier between the two countries, they set this agreement that one arrow would be shot from Iran to Touran, and wherever the arrow would land, there would be the frontier between the two countries and none could ever go farther than that. While they were dealing this agreement, Sepandarmaz, the earth's angel, appeared and ordered to bring a bow and an arrow. Arash was the most powerful and professional Iranian man in shooting an arrow, and due to his unique power he could fire the arrow furthes away. The earth's angel told Arash to take the arrow and shoot it. Arash knew that the width of chaste pure land of Iran, would depend on the power of his arrow and he had to put all his power in that. He got ready, took off his shirt and showed his body to the king and the army and said: " Look, I'm healthy and there's no flaw in me, but I know that the moment I release the arrow, all my power will leave my body and it will go with the arrow.
Then he took the bow and the arrow and climbed up to the peak of Damavand mountain (The highest mountain in Iran in Alborz string mountains), and to his god given merit of power he shot, released the arrow and with no life and power in his body fell down on the floor.
Hormoz, the God, ordered to the angel of wind to take care of the arrow and preserve it from harm. The arrow kept going in the sky, from dawn to noon, passing the plains and the mountains, till it finally stopped beside Jeihoun River on the trunk of a walnut tree, which was the tallest and biggest tree in the world. There, was set as the frontier between Iran and Touran , and every year, they celebrated the memorial to that day. It is said that the "Tirgan" festival has been born since then.
Told or untold here are so many points The open sky The rosy sun The gardens of flowers The planes all wide and open The rise of flower from under the snow The soft dance of the fish in the crystal glass The smell of rainy soil in the highland The sleeping of the wheat farms in the moonlight To come, to go, to run To love To feel sorrow Or to dance when people are delighted To work, to act
Yea, Yea, Life is beautiful Life is an everlasting fire-temple If you lighten it, you'll see the flames dancing in every border And if not, it will be quiet, and that will be our fault The Iranian army was so worried Tow by tow were mumbling Children standing on the roofs Girls sitting in the alleys Mothers standing beside the doors sadly People were like a wild sea It was windy, angry And a man like a pearl was born out of the sea It's me, Arash He began like this to talk to the enemy It�s me Arash, the free army man I�m ready now Don�t ask about my ancestor I�m the child of working and trying Running like a shooting-star from the sky Like a morning ready to meet
As if all the world was listening to Arash Little by little sun appeared from behind the mountains Thousands of golden spears were thrown to the sky's eyes Arash took a look at the city, calmly Children on the roofs Girls sitting in the alleys Mothers sad, sitting beside the doors The men were in the way A song with no words, with painful sorrow What song can be composed? For the firm sold steps For the steps which know their destination well His enemies�d open the road in a mocking silence Children called him from above the roofs Mothers prayed for him Girls holding the necklaces in hands, pushing hard Accompanied him with love and power Arash, but he was still silent He climbed up Alborz Mountain And tear drops would follow him At night Those who were looking for Arash on the mountains They were back Without any sign of Arash's body With a bow and no arrow Yea, yea..... Arash put his life and soul in the arrow He did the job of thousands and thousands of arrows
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Written by
Zahra from Tehran, Iran
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Last changed on:5/14/2007 7:03:56 PM
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