With every look at the sky I kiss this thousand kiss I take my breath from the White River and the Caspian Sky and the Persian Gulf I look at the small and large tunnel and Abu Musa Light I will shout in the Goiter Mountain in Sarakhs and Khorramshahr I hang love on my homeland I hang the sun of a thousand pieces of love on my homeland O my heirs of pure my last look on the blue sky of this soil and the ever -evolving Persian Gulf Fars
