My head has been taken by a dog

With all its thoughtful worms

That eat wool and take gas

Yes! You, who have been dressed in a thousand-year-old rag

Were beaten on the arch

They entrusted the endless longing of your sleepless nights

To the sun

So its shadow in the depths of your darkness, would be a sleeping companion to the light

When they ordered your silent roar

With the command of a headline,

I took you to the thousandth silence for eternity

Involuntarily, I planted the weeds of death

Next to its light, I planted my own flower

A gardener whose fear was his cane…

My head has been taken by a dog

My head has been taken by a dog, so I can spend a moment carefree and careless.

“Parsa Golshani, a prisoner confined in Evin Prison, has composed this poem in memory of Bakhtash Abtin.”