In lands of strife and ancient lore, Where mountains rise and eagles soar, There dwells a woman, strong and bold, Her spirit, like Kurdistan, untold.
With eyes that pierce the desert’s veil, And hair like night, a silken trail, She stands defiant, head held high, A beacon in a world gone dry.
Her heart, a furnace, burning bright, With passion for her land and right, She fights for freedom, day and night, A Kurdish power woman, a radiant light.
Through trials and tribulations faced, Her spirit never once erased, She leads her people, hand in hand, A symbol of hope across the land.
Her name, a whisper on the breeze, A legend whispered through the trees, A Kurdish power woman, strong and wise, Her legacy will surely rise.
