ای مگس کوچک
بازوی من
ناهشیارانه برهم زد
بازی تو
آيا من نيز
مگسي نيستم؟
يا تو نيز
انساني نيستي؟
من
مي رقصم
مي نوشم
مي خوانم
تا آن دم كه
دستي بی بصیرت
بچيند بالهاي مرا
اگر انديشه يعني بودن
و توانايي
تمنّا
و تنفّس
يعني نابودن
پس من مگسي شادمانم
در بودن
يا نابودن
The Fly
William Blake
Little Fly,
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
Thy summer's play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink, and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
Of thought is death;
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
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