Il faut imaginer Sisyphe heureux


The King was condemned to push

A huge boulder slowly up a hill

Until he reached its distant summit

The boulder would then loosen

And roll into a vast and fertile valley

Causing a great and ever lasting damage

I had known my King for many years

And his daily torment grieved me

I had also been punished by the Gods

Being condemned to live on the wetlands

For eternity with a great bull elephant