Excerpt from the newest Childish poems on the occasion of the Fajr decade For Primary school students, Preschool And Kindergarten We have provided.
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Avalanche to spring
Branch Garden
Laughing Iran Baby
Tomorrow
The avalanche
Iran full of flowers
You are the hands of the people
Flower and hyacinth
Dedicated to Iranian soil
To the pure land of Iran
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O children, O children
Spring
Happiness
From Iranian soil
Rose on our lips
Smile flowers
Come with us now.
Thank God
The palace was oppressed
From the blood of the flowers
Come on Our Victory Time
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Hello to tulip
Hi to tulips
That made the revolution
Jaleh drowning the light and
The aroma of rose water
Greetings to the Spirit of God
Hello to the month of February
Greetings to the revolution and
To the children of the homeland
Hi to the flag that
It is a sign of our faith
Green and white and red
It is our flag of Iran
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The revolution means
The revolution means flowers
Next to the butterfly
Light and warmth and happiness
In the middle of every house
The revolution means celebration
Branch Celebration in the Desert
The revolution is a smile
On our happy lips
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The revolution means flowers
Next to the butterfly
Light and warmth and happiness
In the middle of every house
The revolution means celebration
Branch Celebration in the Desert
The revolution is a smile
On our happy lips
Poet: Ja’far Ebrahimi
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Of the sky again
The flower’s rain.
U this snowy air
Spring birthday
Colored manga wind
The flower and sweets
Starting the celebration
You see the tulips.
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One day in the month of February
Laughter sitting on the lips
Because it came to the homeland
Our Imam and leader
Our alley
We scored Goldon
Watched
We had no pain and sadness.
Come to read together
Again as always
The slogan of those martyrs
Icon
Up to blood in our vein
Khomeini is our leader
Up to blood in our vein
Iran is our homeland
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A staircase one step
When the plane
Found from afar
Hug a nation
Walked over her
A staircase one step
He came down
Light -hearted
With a sweet laugh
It was calm
He was restless
A sea of people
He was expecting…
Poet: Afshin Aala
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The sky became blue
A new good news arrived
My flower in the pot
It took a fresh breath
Our city became fragrant
From flower on the Imam
Jasmine, Susan, Jasmine
Sprinkled from every door and roof
Opened
Our soil all over
We all got happy
As long as the leader came
Like a butterfly
Leader
Happiness and laughter.
Like a flower on my lips
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It was night and lonely
John came over our lips
In that heart of darkness
Once the sound came
We got tired of the night
We are waiting for the moon
O Spirit of God back
We don’t want the king
He asked what you want
King of failure
People all said:
Islamic Republic
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The Fajr decade has come
The Fajr decade has come
The enthusiasm
Good Imam Maha
Come to the homeland
Bastard
That was like a vacuum
Stepped to escape
Up to the lamb from this land
Yeah, a king. Go
Our Imam
After all this disaster
Until remembering the passion
Poet: Zahra Sheikh
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Batch
The broken cage lock
Death to the tyrant
We said the handle
I laughter laugh
On the bird’s air
The king is run away
Come on laughter
Budd
Tray and bud
I have come from a journey.
Well became the mouth of the bud
Garden garden
The sun on the arch
The revolution won
Garden garden and garden
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This is the Fajr decade as if the nob
Vienna is all Mehrarah.
The griefs went and became legendary
The whispers were drunk.
In the Fajr decade the nation won
February was Jan Afrooz
Fajr
Because the lamp in the construction
We all became a leader
Forever he was assisted and we became a helper
I said I had a story with you
A story of the month of February
What you hear on the future
Come back to stay still
From the firm movement of Ruhullah
The hands of the oppressors of Iran shortly
With the empty hand and all this victory
La around
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From the red blood of the avalanche, the spring
Thought of believing, along the rain
On the rocky rocks of zealous blood
Hymn and Unity Come on
And al -Fajr the avalanche came, the season of breaks came
On the beliefs of the belief, empty is the place of companions
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I wanted to say a poem
A poem for my revolution
Saw that he was the sea and I
A minor drop of juice
I saw that I should be cloud
I will be from morning to night hey.
Up to maybe mothers’ tears
To bring in a bit of my poem
I saw that I should be thunder.
Soda
Then say in my poem
Takbir, screams
I saw that I should be the plain
Plain full of tulip, anemone
To say of the testimony
From warm hearts and lover
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Was like bud that day the bud that turned
In the air of February on the dry tree
Was like water that day a sweet fountain
A fountain that sees a sad thirsty man
Although it was in the winter because it was spring that day
Our land was Iran’s tulip that day
Was our laughter day. The day of the enemy’s crying
Good day of victory on February 21st February 21
Was like bud that day the bud that turned
In the air of February on the dry tree
Was like water that day a sweet fountain
A fountain that sees a sad thirsty man
Although it was in the winter because it was spring that day
Our land was Iran’s tulip that day
Was our laughter day. The day of the enemy’s crying
Good day of victory on February 22nd
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The conquest of the conquest of faith
Flames of the horizon of the light
In the heart of the cold avalanche history
Tulip, the blood of the martyrs
The tulips are red love
Your fate wrote with blood
The body of an envelope to the floor
From eternity with testimony
Eternal Bloody Avalanche
Badda Quran eternally
Eternal Bloody Avalanche
Forever the martyrs of the martyrs
The Imamate of the Martyrs
Were opened with their body
Their blood rugs your way Bada
Loved your pure way
Come with Khomeini’s message
Free
That was attacked by the oppression of the night
Oh Khomeini you were, you were
Eternal Bloody Avalanche
Badda Quran eternally
Eternal Bloody Avalanche
Forever the martyrs of the martyrs
In the heart of the night of martyrs
Handful
From Hussein Martyr
From the land of ascension
Came in the winter of spring
Adam came from
Smell
The smell of the perfume of the martyrs came
Eternal Bloody Avalanche
Badda Quran eternally
Eternal Bloody Avalanche
Forever the martyrs of the martyrs
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Before the revolution
In our class
The photo was the king
It was black
He wrote again
Classroom
On that slogan
Suddenly it arrived
Spring Turn
Classroom
Filled and went
He was martyred
Class board
It was white
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When you came back again.
On every side dawn
In the garden, blossoming.
The butterfly jumped to the bud
In the house and the street
Beautiful laughter flowers.
Of the joy of seeing you that day
Both buds and buds laughed
The beautiful greenery of that day
Was combed with the breeze hand
Garden of our hearts. See you
The head was green and full of songs
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What beautiful was my scream and u
Between the alleys under the thunderstorm
The voice of anger was impatient
All the words on the wall
What pretty was our unity.
That we had closed with that night’s hand
Were thinking of filling and going
Although we were tired like a chicken
What pretty was the nights that lips
Full of the smell of flowers; takbir
The night that our package fists
Were the opponent of the arrow alone
What pretty was sleeping at night
Water
What pretty was in the dark of the evening
Look at the moonlight
What was beautiful and more beautiful than those
To make a beautiful today.
All with the remembrance of those who went
Make the Green Spring tomorrow
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