In lands of fire, where mountains rise, An Azeri woman, with fiery eyes, Her spirit strong, her heart ablaze, A beacon of hope in freedom’s haze.
With strength and grace, she stands so tall, A symbol of resilience, through it all, Her voice, a melody, soft and clear, A symphony of courage, we hold so dear.
Through trials and struggles, she’s never swayed, Her spirit unbroken, her dreams unfaded, An inspiration to all who see, The power of womanhood, wild and free.
Her hands, they weave traditions old, Her heart, it embraces stories untold, A keeper of heritage, rich and deep, In her veins, the Azeri spirit runs deep.
Oh, Azeri woman, strong and bold, Your spirit shines like purest gold, A beacon of hope, a guiding light, In you, we find our strength and might.
