Mother!
By Bagher Ataei
Translation by Asadullah Jafari “Pezhman”
I kiss the mother’s cute hands
I can hear the mother’s voice
Know the value of the mother, O youth
Serve, become a solider of the mother
If you are proud, if you are a king
But avoid your mother, you are a beggar
Chivalry is not about money and property
Serve the mother, and you are a head man
Do not make her shed tears in her old age
Salve the wrinkled hands of the mother
If she is alone, oppressed, and sick
Comfort her broken heart
Dear mother is the epitome of goodness
A smile is on her face in difficulties
Even if she has sorrow’s mountain in her heart
She is the source of all joys!