This Book Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

This Book

I bought her in Russia
Though belongs to Iran
With marking, (to be of…)

Since was not Cyrillic
No one knew what it is
Except me, I could read.

Not only handwritten
That is in black, red,
Her age? In hundreds!

Paid for it a lot but
Am happy to have done.

But being old, at edge
To start departure
And leave and go away,
I look for safe place
Where, "This Book, "
Can be, rest…

She is of Daylamites
And surely old, antique
Of around "Ten A. D."
When the said dynasty
Handled Pars to Baghdad.

About wine, says father:
"Drink, but moderate,
Only with good friends,
Or at home, by yourself.

Thinks of the Wine? Islam?

Being poor in pocket
Am rich and confident
That money is second.

My very most intent
Is to give her respect.