If a river became road,
I may forget you
Or my world was destroyed_
I may forget you
You have forgotten me easily;
Well, I do agree,
When the tears became rainy_
I may forget you
Never you hurt my feelings,
OK beat me! Even hate me!
But swear to your hands;
When I lost my senses and emotions_
I may forget you
You haven’t seen me, neither think of me
But swear to your eyes_
If I'd neither seen nor thought,
I may forget you
It will hurt me if you left me
After the thousandth spring_
Before the world which goes to end;
I may forget you…
(Inspired by a Persian Poem)