|This poem and Bibi Hayati
Biography were sent to Iran Online by Elaine
Daitch, who is an admirer and promoter
of Persian literature. She is also a contributor to a fantastic Iranian
Internet site entitled "Treasures
of Persian Literature". Mr. B.H. Far is responsible for creation
of this site. We invite all those who enjoy Persian literature to
visit this site and become more familiar with Mr. Far and Elaine Daitch
We thank Elaine Daitch for sharing this beautiful poem with our visitors.
I carried the memory of a lock of your hair,
A stray end gathered within me, though unknown.
Inside that invisible realm,
From the moment of time's first-drawn breath,
Before the first seed broke open the rosebud of
What can I do but thank you, one hundred times?