In My Father’s Memory: Poem by Seyamak Ghambari

Seyavoosh a great name from Shahnameh,
You lived your life as Ferdosi wrote in his “Nameh”
You read this book to us so expertly,
As if you have known it since your infancy.

You went to heaven at age of eighty one,
But you could have lived till thousand and one,
Healthy mind and strong chest,
Over ages put to many tests,

Your death wasn’t an accident,
But a cruel, calculated incident,
Blade of friends took you last breath,
Brought pain and sorrow to me in depth,
Your youngest son proud made you to be,
Single handily, your WILL he put in place,
Investigations to find your villains he initiate,
His insistence and hard works, eventually paid,
The villains with his help now in justice path,
My gratitude and thanks, he will always have.

I am my father’s son and I will fight,
Till I bring justice to you in my flight.
Your name and honour lost by few,
I will restore it to it’s truth.

Over thirty years Ferdosi wrote his Shahnameh,
Over thirty years before I went back “be Khaneh”
I should have come home to hold you warm and close,
Not hold you torn and cold in my hands.

My father in my dreams said to me,
Bring my daughters to see me,
I have things that must be.
We chased two wolfs, so they do not take the lambs,
I Never knew, we have two wolfs in our own camps.

Dear brother and sister our father's is gone,
Time to let any bad feelings be undone,
If he had work tirelessly and he was not around,
Don't let him hear a complaining sound,
A perfect father is rarely found,
And to past hurt we should not be bound.
Of all father's we only have one,
From that we should not run,
It is our duty to reach out and to forgive,
Today is a day to appreciate and to give,

I travelled far and further again,
To make my fortune, but in vain,
The twists and turns of fortune,
Won or lost, now not of concern.

Pain, sorrow, anger in my face,
Hide it behind a mask everyday,
Shy away from friends in park,
So that my tears will not start,

Pain and sorrow in my heart,
No brother or sister to hug,
Many thousand tears I have shed,
Many more pains I have bared,

You think, this pain should get easier,
Not yet, but maybe in years.