Spring became green from the red blood of Bahman
Thought was believed, along the rain
On the rocks of zeal boiled with the blood of jealousy
Calling for hymns and unity, Zacheshme Saran
And dawn came, the season of blooming came
Believing in Pahandesht, there is no place for friends . . .
The arrival of the Fajr decade Islamic revolution And happy 22 Bahman
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