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This steed of time — how sweetly tamed it is today The sun of the world has risen from the rooftop

Of the world's ripeness and rawness I will not complain Every ripe thing you see in the world is still unripe inside

In corners and doors, in forest, jungle, and desert Wherever you pass, a name passes — this name, this very name

The angels spoke from behind the veil of lights: Brighter than morning, the enemy's evening has come to its end

Ein tawsane ayam che khosh raam amin ast Khorshide jahan sarzada az baam amin ast

Az pokhtagi o khami alam nazanam daad Har pokhta ke beni ba jahan kham amin ast

Dar gosha o dar, besha o dar jangalo sahraa Har jaa gozare naam, hamin naame amin ast

Goftand malaek ze pase pardaye anwar Rokhshenda tar az sobh, ado shame amin ast