Daraish: Between Iran and Israel

They have cornered us... squeezed our breath away,

And behind us stands Israel, the mother of sieves.

Our melody is lost between “hana” and “mana” –

In both cases: Iran or Israel!

The greedy one digs pits behind us,

And the one who buries us sets traps and snares along the path.

With its ambitions, Israel paints our fate,

And in our sea, Iran burns barrels.

O God, do not gather our enemies against us,

And send against them a flock of ababil birds.

The evil of the “Entity” has invaded... far beyond our borders,

And Iran, though the sunrise of the sun, is but night!