Sometimes the sorrow of the world becomes rubble Sometimes every door becomes a wall When the sky doesn't even have a tear from a star Who becomes the lantern for your path? Your refuge in hardships Sometimes an innocent captive Whose stifled sob doesn't even have a sigh In the estrangement of their gaze There is always someone with them An angel who comes at the last moment For truth and justice, becomes the arbiter In the migrant clouds, the traveler silhouettes Sometimes blood rains In the eyes of the poet (Baran aryaee javidan)