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“They say, that when I was born,
my mother taught me to suck the milk.
And every night beside my crib,
she taught me to sleep as soft as silk.
With a smile she pressed her lips to mine,
till my mouth with joy oversplit.
She took my hand and guided my foot,
till I learned to walk with a happy lilt.
One word, two words, then three and more...
that's how she taught me to talk.
That's why my life is part of her life,
and will remain so as long as I live”
― Iraj Mirza Persian Poet

“گویند که انگلیس با روس

کرده است عهد تازه امسال


کاندر پولتیک هم در ایران

زین پس نکند هیچ اهمال


افسوس که کافیان این ملک

بنشسته و فارغند از این حال


کز صلح میان گربه و موش

بر باد رود دکان بقال”
― ایرج���یرز��