Soil to the head, grief to the head if I do
What kind of soil should I live on when I left my homeland?
Awk, it's not a hat, it's home, if it's out of my head
They thought I should change my hat.
The man was that his head was on him and so was I.
I did not dare to go without a head immediately.
I am not the one who completely oversees the country
I surrender to this ridiculous matter and appreciate it.
Zir and Zabar, if you do not destroy the enemy's soil
ای چـــــــــرخ! Let me gossip about you
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It's my wish to reach it
To pass over the omen of the enemy's army
Do whatever you can, strong enemy
I too can be better than you if I become strong
I do not want to die a natural death.
I wasted a bowl of blood on a comfortable bed
Beloved, love, homeland, my pure love
O that I may mention your love in the evening and at dawn
Your love is not superficial to be forgotten
My skill is not a complication that I change elsewhere!
I love you and your love is in my heart
I went in with the milk and I survived
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