When the gold of the suns disc melts on the coast of Arvand , the magical sunset of Iran takes place, the sky is the dam of the prostration of the light of henna, it falls on the courtyard of Damavand, above the minaret of Alborz, Simorgh Pir Azun says to all the qiblas, he says this in every language: Ashhadu that there is no gulf except the Persian Gulf , the sea of the south remains in our name, the Persian Gulf
when the soil of Indochina was the last of the world, from the Nile to the Ganges River, it was our green space.When the greyhound was looking for a spring in the desert, my roommate and bloodmate was the owner of this sea, Ashhadu is no bay except the Persian Gulf , the southern sea remains in our name, the Persian Gulf is the goddess
of turquoise, the skirt of the bride dressed in blue of Iran, our beloved lotus, we are always in the arms of Iran, your name is the nut forever behind the Kabbalah of the homeland , this is my martyrdom and the words of a scholar of men and women, the words of a world of men and women . Otherwise, the Persian Gulf will remain, the South Sea will remain in our name, the Persian Gulf will remain in our name, the South Sea will remain in our name, the Persian Gulf
