Manoucher Avaznia

When you speak up, falls a heavy hush.

Before your color, all colors blush.

No one withstands looking at you once

If you show your face, mountains will crush.

By single motion of your eyebrow

Strongest rocks easily go mush.

When dubious demanded proof,

You told the mountain to begin to rush.

Tip of your staff if points again

From virgin rocks springs will gush.

Chehree; practice virtue of patience

All prejudice from mind brush.

The life if today looks like a desert,

Tomorrow it turns so green and lush.