Translation Is A Lifetime
Translation is lifetime
Once so impatient on the hills of desperation thinking to fulfill my duty in life, I looked above to take a deep breath, I was really enjoying so much beauty, I thought so I was there to think. And I didn't doubt anymore in the existence of beauty because it was put in such an order and creativeness that it could be nothing but pure beauty. I looked at my watch, not to know time but to know what time is. I wondered there was just some numbers, numbers that were not time but just numbers. I looked beyond, beyond my watch and numbers. I noticed a child playing down at the foot of the hill, alone and so eager to dig, not purposefully but just to play and enjoy, she was digging so eagerly I was afraid some day I would not have my hill to stand on anymore. Yet I tried to accept that a child is a child. Yes, I was a prisoner, and kingdom and all honor was a child’s. I found out that the child is time. I looked again to see if I could find the reason why I have come this long way here. I looked far away; suddenly I was surprised. I couldn’t see myself anymore but another one just like me on top of not a hill but a rock. He was standing on a rock, tougher and firm. And his child was ocean not playing but trying to abrade and wash her rock.
Davoud Nadjafi
