Editing Parvin E'tesami (section)

==Death==
On 4 April 1941,<ref>{{cite book | url=https://books.google.com/books?id=hkfSDwAAQBAJ&dq=%D9%BE%D8%B1%D9%88%DB%8C%D9%86+%D8%A7%D8%B9%D8%AA%D8%B5%D8%A7%D9%85%DB%8C+%DB%B1%DB%B5+%D9%81%D8%B1%D9%88%D8%B1%D8%AF%DB%8C%D9%86+%DB%B1%DB%B3%DB%B2%DB%B0&pg=PT219 | title=Encyclopedia of Persian Literature: دانشنامه ادبیات ایران | isbn=9786226518017 | last1=Motie | first1=Hossein | last2=مطیع | first2=حسین | date=22 June 2018 | publisher=Booktab Publication }}</ref> Parvin Etesami died. On 19 October 2006, her home was designated as a national historic site in Iran.<ref>{{cite web|url= https://en.irna.ir/news/84705180/Persian-poet-Parvin-E-tesami-allowed-to-publish-poems-after-marriage |title= Persian Poet, Parvin E'tesami |date= 4 April 2022 |publisher= [[Islamic Republic News Agency]] |access-date= 2023-06-06 }}</ref>

Parvin E'tesami contracted typhoid in March 1941. Her brother, Abolfath E'tesami, was preparing her collected works for a second printing. However, Parvin’s deteriorating condition led to her being bedridden at home on 24 March 1941.<ref name=":6">بهمن، مهناز (۱۳۸۹). پروین اعتصامی (چهره‌های درخشان). تهران: انتشارات مدرسه. ص. ۲۵ شابک ۹۷۸-۹۶۴-۳۸۵-۲۰۷-۸.</ref> It is said that negligence by her doctor in treating her illness led to her death. As her condition worsened significantly on the night of 3 April 1941, <ref name=":6" /> her family sent a carriage to fetch the doctor, but he did not come. Ultimately, Parvin E'tesami died on 4 April 1941 at the age of 34 in Tehran and was buried in the family mausoleum at [[Fatima Masumeh Shrine]] in [[Qom]]. She died in her mother's arms. After her death, a poem was found that she wrote for her own tombstone. The poem was inscribed on her tombstone.<ref name=":6" /> Some couplets of the poem are translated from Persian below:<ref>{{Cite web |title=گنجور » پروین اعتصامی » دیوان اشعار » مثنویات، تمثیلات و مقطعات » شمارهٔ ۱۶۶ - این قطعه را برای سنگ مزار خودم سروده‌ام |url=https://ganjoor.net/parvin/divanp/mtm/sh166 |access-date=2024-09-06 |website=ganjoor.net}}</ref><blockquote>This dark earth is now her pillow,

the star of the literary sky, Parvin [The Pleiades].

Though she saw nothing but bitterness from life,

Her words are sweet, as sweet as you desire.

The one who owned all those words,

Is now asking for a ''Fatiha'' and a ''Yasin'' [prayers for the dead].

The dust in the eyes is deeply tormenting,

The stone on the chest feels so heavy.

Whoever you are, wherever you come from,

This is the final destination of existence.

A person, no matter how wealthy,

When they reach this point, are but beggars.

Blessed is the one who, in this world of torment,

Becomes the cause of someone else's solace.</blockquote>