the thoughts of the curling road... افکار یک جاده

راه در میان درختان می رفت و می رفت تا به بلندای کوه برسد

به سختی تا اینجا مسیرش را پیموده بود

از بسیاری مسیر را پرسیده بود ی

در میان سایه های در هم فرورفته درختان گشته بود و تنها فکرش رسیدن به کوه بود 

گاهی با خود می اندیشید

یعنی به کوه می رسم؟ 

چه لذتی ببرم وقتی به او برسم 

راستی بعد از کوه چه است ؟ 

آیا آنجا کسی مرا انتظار می کشد ؟ 

این افکار همراهان " راه" در این سفر بودند 

the " Road " was on his way to the tallest Mount that he knew. 

he passed lots of problems on his way. 

Who knows what would happen.. 

there were packs and packs of questions in his mind.. 

and there was no answer except keeping on going to the highest climax that he knew.
I saw him on his journey
even now i dont know whether that was me who saw a painter on my journey or i was the painter who saw the walking road.
...
who knows ?