You are an Iranian child
I am talking to you
You, you who fell on the ground of humiliation, you seedling of human pride
My word is to you
You are lost in the wonderland
Anirani was captured by the blade (Aniran:::Those who pretend to be patriots are enemies of this land)
I look at you
Open your eyes to the truth
Open to yourself!
What happened to the legacy of your brilliant culture??
Proud of your ancestor's religion??
Where did you think good??
Where did you tell the truth??
Where did you get clean??
Take a look at yourself
Serapaite is all infected in the blood
The cloth is radiant from the suffering of the oppressed
You are generous ruler of the climate
Why are you so hot?
Your ancestors were men of God
They were familiar with the ritual of chivalry and manhood
You defame the eternal name of Zarathustra
For the love of Ahrman, rest in hell
You followed the path of the snake, the vampire's shower
Two knees head to the soil of your enemies
You, the Iranian fan
You, the Sassanid Fer and Jah statue
Open to yourself!
Open to yourself!
Open to yourself!
