بیادپدر
اب ان چشمه روان بود و زلال
گشت در دامنه کوه روان
تا بیک چشمه دیگر برسید
هر دو امیخته در هم جاری
سوی دریا رفتند
ما همه رود شدیم
هیچیک ساکن مرداب نشد
او چنان موج روان بود
دران غلطش کوبنده ژرف
ما همه از پی او میرفتیم
گذر رود به دریا افتاد
ناخدا دست ز سکان برداشت
و شبی همره باد
سوی یک ساحل ارام شتافت
اب ان چشمه هنوز در تن ما جاریست
بهنام رحیمی
2020

In Memory of Father
The spring water was flowing and pure,
Running down the mountain's lap,
Until it reached another spring,
Both mingling, flowing together,
They journeyed towards the sea.
We all became rivers,
None of us stagnated in the marsh.
He was such a flowing wave,
In his deep, pounding whirl,
We all followed him.
The river's passage fell into the sea,
The helmsman lifted his hand from the rudder,
And one night, with the wind,
He hurried to a peaceful shore.
The water of that spring still flows within us.
Behnam Rahimi
2020