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| الشّاعر: شجاع الصّفدي |
ترجمة نص -خرافة عاشق للشّاعر:شجاع الصّفدي إلى الإنجليزية،
ترجمه الأستاذ نزار سرطاوي
The Fable of a Lover
Shujaa' Al-Safadi Translated by Nizar Sartawi
As though we've
been living a fable
in which I was the wind and she the sail
I was a star and she the space
I was the talk and she the silence
I was the stray boy rebelling against his father's power
she was the meek girl reconciled with the tutelage over her heart.
It so happened that we'd put love aside so that she may watch a TV program,
a dull guest that came every evening
It so happened that I'd forget to bring her a birthday present
or failed to hear the telephone ringing, and the she wouldn't come,
thus punishing me for what I'd done.
It so happened that I'd make a drawing of the past on the surface of a lake of dreams
And then she'd come and with her eyes' oars stir up a storm
that rolls up all that I had drawn
If I reproached her
her words would pass with the lightness of a feather
with which the lips of a belle played, blowing some air
she'd say: I did not mean a thing, but I do like to play with water
It so happened that that she'd braid her tassel
then cry before the mirror:
I don't look pretty like this, why have you done this to me?
It so happened that she'd tell me I had the blues
that she abhors sad songs and mournful poems
Then follow up with two words glazed with pride
and two drops of tears on a line of words
and then I'd regret what I had written.
It so happened we'd share between us a piece of sweet
to kindle whispers between the lips
and all of a sudden she'd roar with laughter
and jeer at my hush-hush whispers
then I'd conceal my frustration
and bite my own teeth that I may not speak aloud
how hurt I was.
Things happened between us like all lovers
who outside the womb sowed a dream
that was aborted by the awakening
Things like I've described do not happen between us any longer
It's just that I was a lamp
and she was the oil
and when we parted
I went off.
in which I was the wind and she the sail
I was a star and she the space
I was the talk and she the silence
I was the stray boy rebelling against his father's power
she was the meek girl reconciled with the tutelage over her heart.
It so happened that we'd put love aside so that she may watch a TV program,
a dull guest that came every evening
It so happened that I'd forget to bring her a birthday present
or failed to hear the telephone ringing, and the she wouldn't come,
thus punishing me for what I'd done.
It so happened that I'd make a drawing of the past on the surface of a lake of dreams
And then she'd come and with her eyes' oars stir up a storm
that rolls up all that I had drawn
If I reproached her
her words would pass with the lightness of a feather
with which the lips of a belle played, blowing some air
she'd say: I did not mean a thing, but I do like to play with water
It so happened that that she'd braid her tassel
then cry before the mirror:
I don't look pretty like this, why have you done this to me?
It so happened that she'd tell me I had the blues
that she abhors sad songs and mournful poems
Then follow up with two words glazed with pride
and two drops of tears on a line of words
and then I'd regret what I had written.
It so happened we'd share between us a piece of sweet
to kindle whispers between the lips
and all of a sudden she'd roar with laughter
and jeer at my hush-hush whispers
then I'd conceal my frustration
and bite my own teeth that I may not speak aloud
how hurt I was.
Things happened between us like all lovers
who outside the womb sowed a dream
that was aborted by the awakening
Things like I've described do not happen between us any longer
It's just that I was a lamp
and she was the oil
and when we parted
I went off.
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