Thanks.

I`m too wistful of my studentship years and pensive for that passion and enthusiasm intrinsic to each moment of those good old daysaccording to such a feeling, maybe this piece of Sepehri`s poem is kind of a paraphrase of Avesta`s poem which says:جواني ام به سمند شتاب مي شد و از پيچو گرد در قدم او دويدم و نرسيدم...