برگ گلی یاس سفید خانه بودم
اینک چو برگ خشک پاییز غمینم
“Barg e gul e yas e safed e khana budam, Einak chu barg e khushk e paeez e ghaminam”
But of course, and in the very end, all of this – all the discourse and speech, all the correspondence and writing – amounts to merely a sad leaf or a sad page which will dry up and wither away in the voluminous annals of world history sooner or later. Just as the spring and summer give way to autumn and winter. But what animated all of it while it all occurred and took place was the love I have for you. It will all go the way of Marcus Aurelius and his “Meditations” sooner or later. Nevertheless, it was all inspired by the love we have for one another. And that’s what matters the most. Nothing else really matters now, except for a meeting with “lady destiny” as modern-day Rome declines and collapses.
Adam A. Azim 