Fear The world is laden with sleep Dread has closed doors on every movement, every shout Such that I, face myself In this solitude that has no pleasant image That its walls read into my ears: Within all these thoughts What hidden colors does the deceit of existence have in store! The night is heavy with horror. The world is laden with sleep, and I awake in my fear: What other plans will this swindler, existence, scheme In this corner where wonder is the painting on the wall? Sohrab Sepehri, Hasht Kitab. Tehran: Intesharate Tahuri, 1381, Fifth Printing, pp.67-8. Translation from Persian by: Qasem Ghazanfar
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