NAVA - Az Khoone Javanan

From the blood of the country's youth,
Tulips have blossomed

From the mourning of their cypress-like stature,
the cypress has bent

In the shadow of the flower
the nightingale has crawled away in grief

The flower, like me,
has torn his garment in sorrow for them


Verse 2
The representatives are asleep
and the ministers are in ruins

They have stolen all the silver and gold of Iran
They will not even leave us a ruined house

O Lord, take back
the rights of the poor from the rulers


Verse 3
With the tears of everyone
turn the earth upside down

If you have a handful of your country's soil,
pour it on your head

Be courageous and cast away
the fears of these days

In front of the enemy's arrows,
shield your chest


Verse 4
My moan from the hands of the enemy is from the depth of pain

Whoever thinks of death is not a brave soul

The sacrifice of lovers is not like a game of chance

If you are a man, rise, now is the time for battle

If you are a woman, rise, now is the time for battle


Verse 5
From the blood of the country's youth,
Tulips have blossomed

From the mourning of their cypress-like stature,
the cypress has bent

In the shadow of the flower
the nightingale has crawled away in grief

The flower, like me,
has torn his garment in sorrow for them


Verse 6
The representatives are asleep
and the ministers are in ruin T

hey have stolen
all the silver and gold of Iran

They will not even leave us
a ruined house

O Lord, take back