ه‍.ش. ۱۳۹۳ آبان ۷, چهارشنبه

لحظه ها : در زنجیری از سروده ها/ به زبان انگلیسی


 Chain of Poems on the Moment/ A while
I want you, yet I know that never
can I embrace you to my heart's content.
you are that clear and bright sky.
I, in this corner of the cage, am a captive bird.
from behind the cold and dark bars
directing toward you my rueful look of astonishment,
I am thinking that a hand might come
and I might suddenly spread my wings in your direction.
I am thinking that in a moment of neglect
I might fly from this silent prison,
laugh in the eyes of the man who is my jailer
and beside you begin life anew…: Forough Farrokhzad
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-captive-asir

He then rose into the air, gained altitude, on and on,
With the crow watching in amazement, there upon.
He reached his own abode, passed even that,
To the abode of light, where the firmament's at.
He became a point that had existed a while,
Then turned into a dot that was not servile: By Parviz Natel Khanlari
Translated by Iraj Bashiri
http://www.angelfire.com/rnb/bashiri/Poets/Eagle.html

The beach is covered with empty shells.
Seekers of pearls are gone to other shores.
The meaningless search is printed on the sand.
Sound is absent, mermaids are asleep,
The water is tired and short of breath.
My moment is on its way…: By Sohrab Sepehri
http://pricelesspearl.wordpress.com/tag/sohrab-sepehri

O, the fire that flames from inside the night!  
rises to dance,  
but turns to stone by morning!  
O, the memory of the earth’s seething anger  
in the days when the sky’s rage was spreading.  
O, the sense of pride!  
O, the point where epics begin and end!  
O, the magnificent summit of old epics!  
O, the house of Ghobad! 
O, the stony nest, the destiny of the phoenix!  
O, the land of Zal   the Champion’s childhood! 
O, the astonishing summit!  
O, the anonymous grave of the unfortunate Jamshid!  
O, the cliff of anguish of Zahhak the Black-Hearted!  
O, summit! O, valiant champion! O, combatant of old!  
O, he who was thrown into his brother’s well!  
But the king’s crown  
at the moment of the fall  
was saved for the world from the well’s narrow pass…: By Nader Naderpour
Translated by Farhad Mafie
http://www.naderpour.com/AllPages/Main-and-Index.html
 
How wonderful moment it was
When she showed up giving me a big hug
How sweet she kissed me on the cheek
My life was shining bright with happiness and love
Manouchehr Saadat Noury, PhD