O green of the homeland, my Azarabadgan is separated from you in one breath, lest my Iran protect your days, may your back be unshaking, still the mountain of Sahand
Sarfaraz, the helper of Iran, I am proud of the soil of Sattar Khan, I am the
one who beats his heart, the pulse of separation in the wind , I speak to him, so that he will keep the memory of
my Azarabadans, the life of my soul is the price of the blood of juniper, the vein of my Iran is the house of Shams and Zoroaster, the honor of the homeland
Whether I am close to you or in a strange and distant exile... I will not give you from your hand, O border of love, poetry, and passion
, will it not be possible without you, hear the whisper of juniper?Is it possible to reach the meaning of homeland without you?
Sarfaraz, the helper of Iran , I am proud, my soil is Sattar Khan.
