Gilan, my soul, Gilan, oh Gilan!
Crown upon the head of the beautiful!

What a joyful and lush face you bear,
housing such good souls within your heart.

Upon you, a green bodice is worn above, a blue skirt is held below.
With this green and this blue that you are, you turn sunny now and then

Ah, what a beautiful, soul-stirring companion my own heart possesses!

(by Jahangir Sartip Pour)