Humiliation shall never know us!
Humiliation shall never know us!
Bravo, bravo, O Army of Ababil!
Bravo, bravo, O Zulfiqar and Sejjil!
With the roar of the Iranian Rostam
Terror has befallen the Israeli den.
The Aryan generation with Husayni honour,
From the land of Cyrus, the children of Khomeini.
The Iranian is proud.
Carved from a dignity that knows no surrender.
In the land full of epics,
the standard-bearer of the Reappearance.
The Iranian is proud.
Carved from a dignity that knows no surrender.
In the land full of epics,
the standard-bearer of the Reappearance.
Humiliation shall never know us!
Humiliation shall never know us!
Of one heart and one tongue, like a family.
Kindness is in the blood of this race.
The lion of this thicket is not in the shackles of slavery.
Their hand has been shown by this will.
The slap became a storm,
These hands of yours and mine became the ‘True Promise’,
a thorn in the enemy’s eye.
A thorn in the enemy’s eye!
We are the men of this battle,
though we are mountains of pain.
With the blood of our tulips,
we insured this soil.
We are the men of this battle,
though we are mountains of pain.
With the blood of our tulips,
we insured this soil.
Humiliation shall never know us!
Humiliation shall never know us!
A Thorn in the Enemy’s Eye
Karbala’i Javad Moqaddem
Poet: Hasan Dehqan
Arrangement: Mesbah
Editing: Shafa’at
Farsi Typography: Reza Goodarzi
English Translation and Titles: The Truth Promoters Group
March 2026 / Shawwal 1447
