Farrokh Tamimi

"I saw the fare welling hands, They were sickly, When my hand Touched her cold and long fingers Which was from the family of the wailing reed It gripped an eternal grief in its fist The pen broke And pain Like black drops of ink dropped on our papery hearts. I saw the fare welling hands, They were sickly;"

"Stranger to love and the benevolent hand of age...... History has recorded on our papery hearts By the reed And each partition of the reed Complains of the Masnavi of our groans: ...........?? The lines in your hands (these winding roads) Is familiar to my eye. Believe me The lines in your hand Are more familiar to me than my own lines... Ah O friend... They buried us together in the grave A thousand years ago,"

"And this is the friendship of centuries and centuries of death. We saw the fare welling hands, They were sickly. It was the hand of age, it was the hand of the millennium."

"In a knapsack of bitter life"

"A dumb halo of sorrow lurks in Shirin's cold gaze,"

"We are two walls,"