O land of pride and liberty; Iran some vile demonic people who dream of your downfall and all they want is to see you on the knees of humiliation; Those who rage at your name and are mad at your greatness. But the string of false imaginations cannot bring you to your knees by their bad wishes. You are rooted in the depths of history and your stature will not be affected by the storm of events. Now is the time for you, contrary to their abominable will and desire, to rise so high that they gnash their teeth as they behold your glory; Let them burn at your authority, rage at your progress, and see your banner above the peaks, let them taste the mist of defeat forever. Oh Iran, let the dreamers of your fall be the end of watching the glory they never had the patience to see.