Isfahan

Isfahan, the land of gems Whose soil nurtures art from us and them Isfahan, the land of friends Whose joyous chorus thrives without an end What is one to do When it's up to you? Who will see it through 'Till it's something new? Leave it all to Isfahan Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfahan, the world shall look to thee When we find out we all are history Isfahan, the land of pens Whose writings timeless stem from God knows when Isfahan, the land of tens Of thousands more in treasures to append What is one to do When it's up to you? Who will see it through 'Till it's something new? Leave it all to Isfahan Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfaha-a-a-an Isfahan, the world shall look to thee When we find out we all are history ای ایران ای مرز پرگهر ای خاکت سرچشمه هنر