In this exile, when we are far from the path of Iran, we
are all sad and miss for Iran,
if you are in the morning, make a pilgrimage around my land, the
fragrance of the pure soil of Iran,
Iran, Iran, my land,
my life, my land, I miss the cry of the song of my grief, Iran, my land, my life, my land, I miss the cry of my song, I am sad about the tyranny
, the
curtain has been torn from the tyranny, we have cut my
heart from staying in our homeland, we
have run, and so on. We ran again in vain,
but we did not see a line other than the line of the homeland,
Iran is my land,
O my soul, my land, I
miss the cry of
the song of grief, Iran is my
land,
O my life, I pour my land into the cry of
the song of grief,
if I am looking for your helper, I am my friend, if I am lost in my mountain, I am in my cave, I am Iran, I am in the day of poverty, I am in exile,
but if I am with you, I am a thousandth of Iran,
Iran, Iran, my land,
my life, my land, I
will cast nostalgia.
To the cry of the song of my sorrow,
Iran, my land,
O my soul, my land,
I miss
the cry of the song of my sorrow,
Iran.
