i often think of my favorite actress- god’s own sister;
she possessed a bright wit, and was beauty’s great lover.
as a little girl she was a jump rope champion;
she was the beloved’s mehera’s life long companion.
what a pride she had in pirouetting on a dime!
she was a verbal master, and an excellent mime.
she encouraged me in the study of persian language;
she herself spoke simple dari with great advantage.
her cheerfulness was astonishing and delightful:
immense patience made her remarkably skillful.
“to be god’s sister was not easy”, i heard her once say;
she was a serious student who had mastered life’s play.
mani is a jewel who still sparkles in darvish’s mind;
most of all, my thought of her is of someone very kind!
