Your most Mona Lisa like frown, wishes a smile
And a duckling, beautiful or ugly, has melancholies for a swan
From the whole solar system, you are a poem even more jovial than Molana’s
And the chambers of your body belongs two moon faced minstrels 
You got two hearts, and each heart two auricles and each auricle
Has a thousand Shataghies as the cousins prisoner
And I said lot till you forgot your name
But Mahta, there is no way that you can find a hair in this palm of mine
Tell Kaiser’s nephew who has dies before living
That the was between the two uncles brought him the grave stone
Kamalolmolk got lost in the offs mirrors
But does the poet have a mirror faced sweetheart this side of the mirror?
Tell me, is Aida this very woman?
The Aida that Shamlou owes everything to her
Mirror is no more a safe place for Aida
For a strange man is now slightly willing to her
Haj Seyyed Mostafa’s wife slept with Morteza
And there are no art, nor credit in the seventh alternative
Let it be, shower you clouds! Shower on the sea, but
Qanat’s thirsty hands are begging to the brook
Qanats made a row from thirst, shower to the deserts you cloud
And fear a well’s grudge with its head down for a lifetime
Tell Cervantes that if this mill stopped working
Be sure that the miller is getting ablution with a king’s blood
A dark night and a wave’s fear and a gurge so becket? 
The narration has a point airier than one single hair
Question the ark, for this ark has untold mysteries 
From the night which it rode the sea on it
For if Noah is the arks commander, and sees a man like Hafiz
Even on land, has clutters 
Tell me, you who has stopped loving me with all those talismans and spells on you
What is the story? That this tiger has only a picture of moon on his blanket?
Tell me, you with all those talismans who has abandoned me, are you reading your cup of coffee?
To see till when your lovers kiss will last?
Have you seen the mysteries head hanged on herd?
The mirror is still frightened of affront faces
tell me what is the expression of the king of diamonds after queen of hearts?
why jack of clubs fears so much of a little card of two?
why in poetry readings of Naderi Café, Nosrat 
Alights the ax down to Leili’s calvarium?
And in writing letters, letters and writing got apart
And Luna fears the Tic and has no way out ?
You mirror faced, are you faithless like Mahta or
your Soheila like smiles and frowns has second meanings?
There are no Robin hood like heroes than can compete your eyes
Nor falling in love with your London body leaves any question 
And the only problem that remains is the tightness of life’s cloth
For every stigma is dreaming to be filled with a button 
Take off your clothes to your bodies desires 
Which is running away from me, but useless
Mona might act mona like, Mahta may shine on me
And the sugar in her frown is as the other’s bitter smiles
You are a smile and I a frown, this Mona Lisa like combination
Can be only shown by Davinci’s colored fitchets