No need in that land for makeup or rouge,

For their lovely black locks reached down to their shoes.

My blood grew as warm as Persian cat’s purr,

There’s no mortal man whose heart they can’t stir,

While most had two eyebrows, the best had just one,

No lovelier maidens lived under God’s sun.

If today’s Nordic men learn how precious they are,

To Tehrangeles, they’ll go by ship, plane and car.

For sweet Persian girls have just what they crave,

These men who are hairless from cradle to grave!

God gave me your mother, whose heart’s so sincere,

Not a hair on my chest, yet she still called me dear,

Though her locks have some white now, I still love her hair,

There’s nothing I’d trade for the life that we’ve shared.

Through good times and bad she’s been by my side,

Still as sweet as the day she became my young bride,

In silence she’s asked God each day of your life,

For a man who is worthy to call you his wife.

All that’s special about you, came not from me,

You’ve got your mother’s pure heart and her sweet dignity,

You’ve got her black locks, her curves and her gorgeous brown eyes,

Like her, you’re a Persian, so hold your head high!

Oh! My sweet Persian daughter you’ve nothing to fear,

So don’t fill your sweet head with woorry and tears,

Sure, some hairless girls will make you feel bad,

But, they’re jealous they can’t grow and have what you have.

Throw your razors, your wax and your tweezers away,

Don’t wait till tomorrow- just do it today,

For a real men will love you the way that you are,

Your hair's not important, he’ll notice your heart.

Just take it from me, your old Nordic dad,

You’re a wonderful daughter, who’s made me so glad,

 Ever my baby, but now strong, smart and sassy,

You’ve got it, so flaunt it- it’s okay to be brassy!