We are all fables and myths.
How many times has Sisyphus grown weary?
We shoulder the burden of the contempt of the contemptible
from morning till night, till morning
in waking and in sleep,
so skillfully—yet vindictively—
that we know by heart
the weight of every stone
گرانشِ کینهتوز
همه فسانهایم و اسطوره
سیزیف سیری چند؟
بارِ بیمهریِ بیمقداران را
از صبح تا شب، تا صبح
در بیداری و خواب
چنان ماهرانه اما کینهتوزانه
به دوش میکشیم
که جرمِ هر سنگی را از حفظیم
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soheil khodaparasti (
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Comments1
Nicely using mythology as a building block that stone a representation of earthly burden is rolled up that hill only to roll back again the job never complete. A lovely write a metaphor within a metaphor and a fave
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