Never say,
My darling, that
There is no winter
Simply because it will be
Within reach anytime
With its pregnant clouds that
Are overloaded with rains and
Even with its snows
Whereas firewood is ready to be
In the sitting room's stove
Where we are used to be together....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a lovely write, Mohammad.................................
Thakns to you, great poet.