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Long live our King of Kings,
And may His glory make immortal our land
For Pahlavi improved Iran,
A hundredfold from where it once used to stand.
Though once beset by the foemen's rage,
Now it has peace in His keeping sure.
We of Iran, rejoice in every age,
O may God protect Him both now and evermore.
O Sun that shines on Iran's banner,
Shed upon each nation rays strong and fair.
Those days keep in our recollection
When thy flashing sword brought peace everywhere.
We give our lives in thy shade benign,
And take the lives of each enemy.
We are the heirs of Kayanid's line;
O beloved land, ever wholly thine are we.
Of Right we've been and still are champions.
What is right is all we ever demand.
Through worship of King, we ever
from the enemy will guard this our land.
"Good Deeds" the first virtue of our call,
"Good Thoughts" the light our hearts and minds to guide,
And through "Good Speech" shining, one and all,
'Tis the fame of Iran that shall echo far and wide.
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