'Be careful, ' someone said.
Carefulness is so strange.
I like the adventures.
Since life ends in one death
We'll face it soon or late.
Like living; death is once
Want or not it will come.
Why worry, why fear?
Wilderness is joyful
Running down and uphill
Knife in hand to pick rose
One can fall, hurt his nose.
On mountains of Tehran
When I saw in wind girls
That happened to me once
Imagine hairs, skirts
And why not have it all?
Let's have fun to deathbed
Good is rare; occasions
In that time we hit right.
Life is once, don't forget.
You must take advantage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem