Hawl: I feel terrible, like there's a weight in my chest

Sophie: A heart is a heavy burden

"المرء ينسى موت أبيه بسهولة أكبر من نسيانه ضياع ميراثه"

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"Anticipation" by Eugen von Blaas

اصفنوا على اللوحة واسمعوا الاغنية 🌚💚

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied

Who told me time would ease me of my pain!

I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;

The old snows melt from every mountain-side,

And last year’s leaves are smoke in every lane;

But last year’s bitter loving must remain

Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.

There are a hundred places where I fear

To go,—so with his memory they brim.

And entering with relief some quiet place

Where never fell his foot or shone his face

I say, “There is no memory of him here!”

And so stand stricken, so remembering him.

By: Edna St. Vincent Millay

قالَ [أبو فراس] وقد طُعنَ بوجهه:

لمّا رأتْ أثرَ السِنانِ بخدّه
ظلّتْ تُقابِلُهُ بوجهٍ عابِسِ

خَلَفَ السِنان بِهِ مَواقِعَ لَثْمِها
بِئسَ الخلافةُ للمحبِ البائِسِ

إنّي ليُعجبُني إذا اشتَجَرَ القَنا
أثرُ السنان بِصَحنِ خدّ الفارسِ

إني ليعجبني إذا عاينتُهُ
أثرُ السِنان بصحنِ خدّ الفارسِ

حُسنُ الثناءِ بقُبحِ ما فَعَلَ القَنا
بِجمالِ وجهٍ، نِعمَ ثوبُ اللابسِ

ترة تشبيهاته تخبل

إذا شي مفهمتوه كولوا حتى اشرحه

I've been reading books of old
The legends and the myths

Achilles and his gold
Hercules and his gifts

Spiderman's control
And batman with his fist
Clearly I don't see myself upon that list