Although fire is the gift of Alexander the Greek
The fuel of this historical flame is Iranian
In the theater of history, our only work
It is real to appear in the role of a victim
Recently, they have understood my tone of hatred
Although this is the blood of the cries from the Sassanid period
Supposedly the silkworm came out of the cocoon
He is imprisoned in the body of a butterfly until the day of eternity
I'm lonely when I'm far, when I'm close, I'm lonely!
My poet, my fate is like a wandering cloud
A person is like a lamb from God's sheep
The profession of his prophets is necessarily a shepherd
Leave your hair on your shoulders
I just realized why Yalda night is long
I burn every book I see
The last way to save us is only ignorance
"Undoubtedly, Mazda remembers best of all what Divan and the people did in the past and knows what they will do in the future." (۴-۲۹)
It is not good to share the poem without the name of the poet