ﺩﺭ ﻫﯿﺎﺑﺎﻧﮓِ ﺑﯽﺩﻟﯿﻞِ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺩﻟﻘﮏ
ﺩﺍﻧﺎﯾﺎﻥ
ﺑﻪ ﮐﻨﺞِ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﻭُ
ﺧﻠﻮﺕِ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﭘﻨﺎﻩ ﺑﺮﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ.
ﺭﺍﻩ ﮔﺮﯾﺰﯼ ﺍﺯ ﻏﻢ ﻧﺎﻥ ﻭ
ﻧﻘﺎﺏِ ﺍﯾﻦ ﻗﺼﯿﺪﻩ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ .
ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺗﻨﺒﻮﺭﻩﺯﻧﺎﻥِ ﺧﺴﺘﻪﯼ ﺭﯼ ﻣﯽﺩﺍﻧﻨﺪ
ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﮔﺴﺴﺖِ ﺁﺩﻣﯽ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻋﺘﻤﺎﺩِ ﺁﺩﻣﯽ
ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺑﻪ ﻧَﻘﻞِ ﻫﺮ ﻗﻮﻝِ ﻣﻌﻠﻘﯽ
ﻗﺴﻢ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺧﻮﺭﺩ .
ﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎ
ﺣﻮﺻﻠﻪﯼ ﻣﻦِ ﺻﺒﻮﺭ ﻧﯿﺰ
ﺍﺯ ﺳﻨﮕﯿﻨﯽِ ﺳﮑﻮﺕِ ﺷﻤﺎ ﺳﺮﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ .
ﺑﺎﯾﺪ ﮐﺴﯽ ﺑﯿﺎﯾﺪ ﻭ
ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﺏﻫﺎﯼ ﺣﻀﺮﺕ ﺍﻭ
ﻏﺰﻟﯽ ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺍﺯ ﺗﮑﻠﻢِ ﺍﺗﻔﺎﻕ ﺑﯿﺎﻭﺭﺩ