Naghi , I swear on your sense of humor
On this exile who thinks he's here to criticize
On the large penis that gives life
That sits behind us and threatens us
I swear on the length and width of [Western-imposed] sanctions
On the rising value of the dollar and the feeling of humiliation
Naghi, I swear on the cardboard Imam [Khomeini]
On the baby [Khamenei] who was saying "Ali!" while stuck in his mother's womb
On the teaching of jurisprudence in the room where nose jobs are given
On Khamenei, the prayer beads and prayer rugs made in China
Naghi, I swear on the finger of Sheys Rezaei
On the religion that has been kicked out and religious soccer
O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi
Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi
O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi
Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi
Naghi, I swear on love and Viagra
On raised legs and chakras
On sangak bread and chicken and meat and fish
On silicon chests and striped virginity
Naghi, I swear on Golshifteh's breasts
On lost prestige that we never had
Naghi, I swear on Aryan heritage
On the necklace that you wear around your neck
Naghi, [I give] my life for Farnood's penis
For the 3 billion dollars, soon forgotten like a children's story
And the Persian Gulf and [Lake] Orumiyeh, too
Oh by the way, what was the name of the leader of the Green Movement?
O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi
Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi
O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi
Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi
O Naghi, O Naghi, O Naghi
O Naghi, O Naghi, O Naghi
On the anniversary of the death of that old fart, Imam of the [Shi'ah] community
On the fossilized opposition in the diaspora
On the classy widows who frequent discos
On the intellectual discussions in chat rooms
On the dissolute men with a false sense of honor
On the women who defend men's rights
On the color revolution in the television
On the 3% of the [Iranian] population who read books
On the wishy-washy, empty slogans
Naghi, I swear on this crowd of fickle people
Who in the morning say "Long live...!" but at night say "Death to...!"
On the heroes of fictional stories
O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi
Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi
O Naghi, now that the Hidden Imam is asleep, we call upon you, O Naghi
Appear, for we are ready in our burial shrouds, O Naghi
O Naghi, O Naghi, O Naghi
O Naghi, O Naghi, O Naghi
Ohhhhhhhhhh Naghi