Rejoice, for there is no greater tragedy than your tragedy on earth.
You wake up with a nascent hope that suckles what you saved during the day.
He dies at night, poisoned…
And so, day after day,
Your vast life, which you struggled for, is filled with graves.
Rejoice, it's a free opportunity on stage for everyone,
There is no greater tragedy than yours:
You curse, shout, spit, and receive rotten eggs.
You wipe it off your face and continue with your only role, in which you are not good at anything else.
Rejoice with the flock, for the grass is plentiful and the pasture is without doors.
The more you resemble them, the more the wolf will miss hunting you.
Painting by Amir Khatib
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