Take heart. Iran is not going anywhere.

Iran has remained alive
in the memory and shared dream
of the generations of this land,
and will travel with us
to future generations.

Iran and we, the people of Iran,
have passed through the hardest moments
and the most terrifying storms of history,
storms that destroyed many civilisations
so completely that even their names disappeared.

Iran comes from the past
but belongs to the future.

Iran and we, its people, will remain,
and we will rise more beautifully
than at any time in history.

I opened Hafez at random and found:

Glad tidings, O heart, for once again the morning breeze has returned;
the hoopoe bearing good news has returned from the land of Sheba.

Raise again, O bird of dawn, the melody of David,
for Solomon of the rose has returned upon the wind.

Where is the mystic who understands the language of the lily,
to ask why it went and why it has returned?

The tulip smelled the scent of sweet wine upon the morning breath;
it carried a wound in its heart and has returned in hope of healing.

Long live Iran.