“Stranger to love and the benevolenthand of age……History has recorded on our papery heartsBy the reedAnd each partition of the reedComplains of the Masnavi of our groans: ………..??The lines in your hands(these winding roads)Is familiar to my eye.Believe meThe lines in your handAre more familiar to me than my own lines…AhO friend…They buried us together in the graveA thousand years ago”Farrokh Tamimi Poet, Fare welling Hands
“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.”Farrokh Tamimi Poet, Fare welling Hands
“I saw the fare welling hands,They were sickly,When my handTouched her cold and long fingersWhich was from the family of the wailing reedIt gripped an eternal grief in its fistThe pen brokeAnd painLike black drops of inkdropped on our papery hearts.I saw the fare welling hands,They were sickly;”Farrokh Tamimi Poet, Fare welling Hands