My Beloved Land
My beloved land
My dream, my conviction
My honoured blasphemy and religion
My seventh heaven
What a valiant people!
What sun! What fire!
Rising like the Resurrection,
No obstacle to their will
Not mountain nor hill.
Across the land
passionately they scream:
Martyrdom and determination!
No house without a Rustam
That great warrior
No fortress without an Arash,
That great archer
What a brave nation!
What a proud people!
Let the dust of their footpath
Be an honour on my temple! (*)
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