Please do not be sad, time solves problems. Like a thirsty clay pot... From empty to full, The stream of moments is flowing. Like a thirsty clay pot who dreams of water, Wonder of water sees stone, I know friends and enemies. I love life; Death is the enemy. Wow, but - with whom should this be said? - I have a friend I want to beg the enemy. The stream of moments is flowing. (Poet: Mehdi Akhavan Sales)