you prepare salam al-bard and al-band on your side.d tell me that from the dawn of tomorrow, open a window from tamasha to majdeh, sing with me again about that spring that is not there, sing a happy dream in the name of the country , be patient with its people, say hope to its flag, give a kiss to its flag, iran. iran, heart beats, my dear, iran, your name is pure in barzban. come and tell me that from the dawn of tomorrow, open a window from tamasha to majdeh, sing with me again about that spring that is not there, and it will come back to the light of our hope. iran, your pure name is on my tongue, iran, my soul, iran, your pure name on my tongue. the flow of rain to the breath of the desert. dry bring the trees to the tired night, the animal with the smell of spring, to the trembling branches, to the desire of winter, to the struggle of the street , to the fever of the troubled soul. until the storm comes, o my homeland iran, light a candle, make the name of god boil , break the claws of the devil, o my homeland iran. bring the gla

the width of your arvandt, salam al-mard and alvandt , greetings to the sky of feke, with the mountain of damavandt, zalam, fahnai arvandt. greetings to al bard and your band, greetings to the sky of fake with mount damavandt, greetings to you arband, greetings to alborz and bandet, greetings to the sky of fake bah dama and bandet, greetings to the width of your arband, greetings to alborz and your band, greetings to the sky of fak with mount damavand, greetings , come and tell me from the dawn of tomorrow, open a window of the spectacle . tell me, from the dawn of tomorrow, open a window to watch may magdeh sing with me again about that spring that is not there , a happy dream in the name of diyar, to the feet of patient iran. staying with hope for its people, telling its flag to give a kiss, iran, the heartbeat of my soul, iran , your pure name is on my tongue. come and tell me that from the dawn of tomorrow, open a window from tamasha to majdeh , sing with me again, from that spring that is not a dream, and dawn will come again to the light of our hope, a dawn bright from the loving breath of our martyr. a dawn from a bright presence from