The name of Dr. Sayyed Mohammad Dabirsiyāqi has lingered in my mind ever since the day I came to know books, and began to read the poetry of Manuchehri and Farrokhi and memorize their long qasidas in my youth. Of course, in those years I was studying in the corner of some county in south Khorasan. I never could have imagined that, one day, I would become a colleague and confidant of the owner of that name: how could I ever think myself deserving of his special friendship, kindness, and affection? Some time later, when I could use dictionaries and would see the Loghat al-Fors and the Ānandrāj in the libraries, once again the name of Dabirsiyāqi shone out; let’s say that I still didn’t understand the phrase “through the efforts of” (be ehtemām) very well.

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