A poem written by Shahriar for the children of Azerbaijan:
You are the guardians of Zoroastrian kindergarten and your children
They are poor in Iran and pure in Aryan race
Nationality accent difference does not matter to anyone
A nation with a language less reminiscent of the flour of time
If you use this logic, they said that you are not Iranian
They called the morning the evening and the sky as a string
( Diwan Shahriar - c 1 ـ ص 352)
