God, hope for you, in the name of your friend , from whom everything is. We present todays reporter to your kind eyes so that you can join us around 8 oclock with todays news events. Bring the glad tidings of rain to the breath of the desert, to the dry veins of the trees, to the weary night of the open porch. The smell of spring in the heart give shivering branches to the winters desire, to the struggle of the street, to the fever of the troubled soul, with the homeland of the princes, to the tired heart of the world, put your balm to open the way of the souls like black. Be alone, pass through these fires , break the storm, my homeland, iran, light a candle, make the name of god boil, break the claws of the devil, my homeland, ira. Bring the glad tidings of the rain to the breaths of the desert, to the dry veins of the trees, to the tired night, bring the open porch of spring to the heart of the bud. Trembling at the desire of winter, at the heat of the street , at the fever of your
God, in your hope, in the name of hazrat doust , from whom everything is. Hello, thursday morning, dear and respected viewers, may it be good and happy, god willing. You are very welcome. Greetings, reporter of the 20th of may 1403. Which will start tomorrow , the twelfth election of the Islamic Council will be held in the second round. We will talk in detail about the elections that will be held tomorrow in the Morning Program of salam correspondent. Be with us until around 8 oclock. My land, my land, the flower of my life bloomed in this grass, my land, my land, the earth, the sky, you are my soul, the stars of the sky, you are the light of the way , you are a candle as bright as the darkness, you are the moon, i am your spring bud in the date garden. I will always be proud of you, the earth and the sky, you are my spirit and my life, the stars of the sky, you are the light of my path, you are the light to the darkness , you are my moon, we are the sacrifice of the spring bud that is