Alikram Hummatov, fiery, proud,
raised his banner, spoke out loud.
Talysh valleys, rivers grand,
he called them home, he named them land.
But power struck, the dream was banned,
the newborn state slipped through his hand.
They chained his voice in prison’s night,
for daring claim his people’s right.
Behind the bars his spirit burned,
to hills and Caspian waves it turned.
Though walls were high, his dream still ran,
a whisper strong: Talyshland.