Mahsa Asi & Samira salehi pour

Have teranslated a poem by

Mohsen Asi

صدای بازی انگشت کودک و مین ها

سکوت صلح تو در سرزمین غمگین ها

■

هجوم رویش بذر و مزارع سنگی

و سیب های زمینی ظاهراً جنگی

شروع فصل پر از اضطراب را دیدن

دو  مین ضدّ  نفر را همیشه ترسیدن

رسیدنم به  دو سهم از تمام پیروزی

به بند آخر پیمان صلح دیروزی :

" زمین از آن شما مردمان پاینده !

و کودکان و تمامی نسل آینده "

رسیده ام به شکست سکوت  آتش بس

به  طعم  تلخ  دو سیبِ زمینی نارس

 ■

 کلاهکی فلزی روی بستری خاکی

 زمین و دلهره از بازی خطرناکی

 که جیغ می شود احساس کودکم این است

به بند آخر صلحت هنوز خوشبین است

- صدای صحنه فقط گریه ی من و زاری -

و بازگشت به تصویر گنگ و تکراری

دوباره بازی انگشت کودک و مین ها

و

 تو

 در سرزمین غمگین ها

                                    (محسن عاصی)                                 

(1  

Sound of the game between kid’s fingers and mines

Silence of thy peace, in the land of cries

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Rushing growth of seed and stone farms

And the martial potatoes outwards

Worrisome season’s beginning to rise

Everpetrified of two antipersonnel mines

Getting two shares out of the whole vanquishment

To final article of yester’s peace commitment

“Let earth be yours, you men of adoration

Along with children and yet to come generation”

Reaching to the broken silence of the cease fire

To taste of two potatoes not ripened, so bitter

■

In soil the metal hood embedded

With agony of a perilous game, earth pervaded

Earth becomes yell that my baby feels

So sanguine to the last beams of your peace

The sole sound of stage my weeping

To the dull’n dumb scene back – coming

Yet game between kid’s fingers and mines

And

B                       B                         B

L                 L                  L

A          A           A

S       S       S

T  T  T

Of

Yours

In the land of cries

Translated by Mahsa Asi

(2

Mines, the child’s playing finger and the sound

Thy compromise lull, in mournfuls’ ground

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The rush of growth, seed’s, in farms

The earthly martial apples, apparently, in roughs

Witness to commence a part, full chapter agitation of

Two anti-personnel mines, fearing forever of

Two shares of all my triumph, my reaching

To yesterday’s peace-pact, part closing

Belong to thou, you lasting men, the earth

To all children, and the whole coming race

Reaching to break of cease-fire, the silence

To taste of two green potatoes, acrimonious

■

On the dusty soil a metallic helmet

Territory and dread of daring tournament

All covered, my child’s sentiment, with yell

To thy peace-pact, optimistic yet

Voice of stage, merely, all my tears and weeping

And the scene returning to, dumb and boring

Mines, afresh the child’s playing finger and the sound

And bursting thou, in mournfuls’ ground

Translated by Samira salehi pour