The group of singers
came through the beautiful season of spring,
laughed at the green meadow, the
peak of Nowruz arrived, came from the sky, came
from the journey, the swallow of the singer
opened, the eyes of violets on the
yellow and indigo spring next to the spring of fortune, wake him up
if he is asleep, meet
him romantically
, "Morteza"
has come to Nowruz in Iran, the land of
our soil, the envy of Ferdows, the
smell of orange and bergamot and the fragrance of willow
can be heard from the soil of Hafez
"Leila Foruhar"
The eyes of spring opened on the Caspian Sea
, the oysters became the house of the door and the gem of the
Arzhang plain woke up again,
from the anemone his skirt became a flower
, "Andy"The
dandelion came, the guest came, the
smell of the daffodils of Iran came,
my soil, O Qibla of the lovers of
your newsprings, always eternal
"Fatana"
, your rivers roaring and restless
, your mountains high and steadfast,
our cord is all from your soil
, our fabric is from your pure soil
"Sattar",
Nowruz has come in Iran. The earth
became our soil, the envy of Ferdows, the
smell of oranges, bergamot and perfume
can be heard from the soil of Hafez
"Aref"The
pure blood of love is in our
souls, the root of this love is in our Iran, your
compatriot Nowruz, may you be victorious
, O homeland, may you be victorious every day in Nowruz
"Readers group"
Compatriot"Come again, the
whole land of Iran became a tulip, the sky was opened
from the wind of Nowruz, the young opened an
umbrella of purple flowers
"Leila Foruhar"The
sky took the sky under the eyebrows of love
.The world is filled with perfume and the smell of love of
fortune, if he is asleep, wake him up
romantically, meet him again
, "Cors"
Nobaharan laughed, it
became a peony on the mountain, next to the spring of Saar, a
drop of dew dripped on the flower leaves,
combed the wind of spring, Zulf willow
"Delaram", the
skirt of Iran was filled with zegol,
oh dear ones, when we met,
after this, every day is better, our day is
eternal, forever, our Nowruz
, "Sattar",
Nowruz has come in Iran, the land of
our soil, the envy of Ferdows The smell of
oranges, bergamot and the fragrance of willow
can be heard from the soil of Hafez
"Vigen"The
pure blood of love is in our souls, the
root of this love is in our Iran,
compatriot Nowruz, may your homeland be victorious,
O homeland, be your Nowruz every day.
