Days of my life have passed.
You have to part from friends and relatives,
from all things and all people.
I cannot describe my situation on those days.
In the town where I grew up
I took leave of my friends
and put everything in God’s hand.
At the last moment
I embraced my best friend.
At that moment we were both
close to bursting into tears.
And we had to part
and we did not know when
and on what day we would meet again.

When we left our house
travelling towards Teheran,
I took leave
of the whole town,
of the streets,
of the trees.
And I tried
to store everything in my memory
and never to forget.