To my son Ramin on occasion of his wedding night
My dear son.
The life is tough.
Not all fun.
At cross roads of decision
On the boarder line..
Where a boy turns to man .
Where you be on your own.
Dangers are lying behind.
You have to choose .
You have to run.
It is your life.
What you did
You have done.
My dear DAD
Don’t be sad .
I’ll take the difficult one.
I ‘ll do the best I can.
Mother’s heart.
Beating with love.
If you go.
How could she allow?
Mother was brave dad.
She told me :
“Put my wings on your wings.
And fly,
Very far very high.
Very deep in the sky.
Don’t worry about my heart
Wherever you go
Our love never part.
My dear son .
With our love .
Fly above.
Touch the honor .
Touch the sun.”
On the ground .
Everyone asking
“what are those ‘
shining stars,
in the sky”
with heads full of pride,
and hearts enjoying
taste of pleasure and satisfaction
“those are our sons “
we reply