My Beloved Land Poem by Qahar Asi

My beloved land
My dream, my conviction
My honoured blasphemy and religion
My seventh heaven

What a valiant people!
What sun! What fire!
Rising like the Resurrection,
No obstacle to their will
Not mountain nor hill.

Across the land
passionately they scream:
Martyrdom and determination!

No house without a Rustam
That great warrior
No fortress without an Arash,
That great archer

What a brave nation!
What a proud people!
Let the dust of their footpath
Be an honour on my temple! (*)