My sorrows,even though, are not the same as the sorrows of people of our time, however are the sorrows of these people.
The people who their skins' wrinkles, their sleeves' colors, their names, their shabby identities' covers suffer from pain.
I feel , however, the pain in all my bones and in the plain moments of my rhyming.
He just passed away at the age of 48 in Tehran... May his soul rest in peace.
I tried to translate this poem close to the Persian version. If anyone has a better English version or suggestion, please do not hesitate.
Drawing by Hossein Safi