از آمدن بهار وز رفتن دي اوراق وجود ما همي گردد طي
مي خور، مخور اندوه كه فرمود حكيم غمهاي جهان چو زهر و ترياقش مي
خيام
With the coming of spring and with the passing of winter
The leaves of our existence are turned to the end
Drink wine, but drink no grief, for the wise have said:
The sorrows of the world are as poison and the antidote is wine
E. Fitzgerald
Love, Live, Smile
Tannaz Taghizadeh