A story that begins with one of the brightest moments in the life of a bride-to-be, on the eve of her wedding celebration, and gradually takes the audience from the city’s streets into the heart of the mines, and ultimately to the timeless shores of the Persian Gulf.
It was seen in the homeland of the good ones
All souls have become one.
Across the earth and through the skies,
The brave have risen to battle!
How fiercely roars this Gulf of Iran!
The drums of war resound through every mountain and valley,
The horsemen’s call rings out!
Banners raised in every hand!
Swords carried by them all!
All stand ready for the battlefield!
Like rushing rivers,
They race toward the battlefield!
They race toward the battlefield!
They are the sons of Ali,
Heirs to the Leader of Faith.
They have risen with the fury of mighty lions!
Lest ever
The hands of the wicked
Reach these visible borders!
This homeland is a mine of hidden suns!
This homeland is the mother of peace and home.
Within this soil lie countless crimson gems,
Hidden deep inside the stone!
Veins of gold and turquoise flow like blood
Through the body of this blooming land!
What harm could it bring,
If the enemy’s pickaxe strikes,
The heart of solid stone?
The hidden crimson gem
Shall never fall to ruin!
Shall never fall to ruin!
For the guardians of this land are the courageous men of our time!
are the courageous men of our time!
O Iran!
O Iran!
Forever shall Iran endure!
Lyricist: Ali Doosti
Watch the full story, created as a music video, on the Archive.org website.
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