iran to the tired heart of the world, put your ointment, let the path of childbirth be more like siavosh. just pass these fires and let the storm rage, o my homeland, iran, the candle is lit make god's name boil, break the devil's claws, my homeland , iran. bring the glad tidings of rain to the breaths of the desert, to the dry veins of the trees , to the tired night of the porch, and open the boon of spring to the heart of the trembling buds. i wish for winter, for the heat of the street , for the fever of troubled souls, you leave your soil again , every time i dream of the garden, i see tomorrow's sun in your eyes . iran, i kiss this flag with the love of my iran, shower the world with the love of your heart, with me , iran, your soil, the sand of iran, your eyes, bright iranian. may it be at the top of the world, may it be under our feathers, a gem of wisdom like siavash, just pass through these fires , break the fierceness of the storm, my homeland, iran, light a prayer candle in the name of god boil the paws of the devil, this is my homeland. good morning. once again , we will meet