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[中国]阿尔丁夫翼人

《骆驼泉》

在巍巍的乌土斯山下，
有一汪清澈的涟漪，
儿时，我搂着祖母的脖子，
问她：“这泉水流向哪里?”

她给我讲起了遥远的往事：
来自撒马尔罕的尕勒莽兄弟……   
我听着、听着，朦胧入睡，
梦中，笑出了一丝甜蜜……

今天，我终于回到驼泉旁，
眼前展现一片神奇的土地，
这里有耕耘，也有收获，
这里有阳光，也有风雨。

我在那古老的石驼峰间，
找到了家乡的小溪。
早年失落的童稚的梦，
又闪现在驼泉的清波里。


[China] ALDINGFU YIREN
       The Camel Spring

At the foot of the lofty Wutusi mountain,
There is a clear ripple.
Hugging my grandma’s neck, in my childhood,
“Where does the spring flow to?” I asked.

She told me a tale about a distant past:
The two brothers of Karamanids from Samarkand…
I Listened, and listened, into a hazy sleep to be fallen
With a hint of sweetness, in my Dream I smiled …

Today, to the camel spring I finally returned.
In my eyes, a magical land
There is the hard planting, harvest
The sun shine and also the storm.

In the ancient stone camel hunchback,
I found my hometown’s brook.
Also my early lost childish dreams
On the clear water of the camel spring flashes.

Yasrab 雅士拉伯 （纪念伊斯兰教创立之前，被活埋的爱女）[10-03](205)

Yasrab
(In the memory of a daughter buried alive in Pre-Islamic times.)

 
O! Father where are we going to? Bazaar!
What will you buy for me?
Doll, toys and a string of pearls!
Right!  
I shall put on a string of white pearls
On my blue costume,
And shall return before the evening befalls.

Father! The shadows make me appalled,
Mother said, “Come back before the darkness prevails.”
Father! Would you take me back along?
”Yes! Will go back,” the father answered.
The girl was little,
But cumbersome were her apprehensions
Of darkness and shadows.

A thought to go back to mother,
Affection of the younger brother, everything she was recalling.
“Father never showed affection before this day,
How he took along me to buy a doll and a string of pearls,
All assurances of father are false and intention mala-fide,
“There dwell serpents of hatred of in his heart,” she said to herself.
But the world whispered to him, “The daughter is a spot
Of disgrace and one becomes downcast.”

How meager were the demands of the girl of six!
How many sons her two brothers had!
Yes; the same sons, heirs of the heredity,
Who enhance grandeur;
They enable a father to walk with high head.
Though he had nine sons,
Yet one daughter made his nights sleepless.

All times she had been saying, “My good father!
Swing me on the arms; bring me a string of pearls.”
She always complained to her father,
“Why am I not an apple of your eyes?
Why don’t you have affection for me?”
“I am all alone why mother remains annoyed
And brothers irritated too.
Though we live in the same house yet no one cares for me.”

(When shadows began to merge the father and the daughter stopped over a spot and she became afraid.)
“This is not a bazaar,
Everywhere surrounds inhibited wilderness,
With no human being.
O! Father what you are doing.
Have you concealed some treasure in sand of the desert?
Yes; I have to find my diamonds,
My pearls, my gold and prestige to live life with splendour.
O! Father I am thirsty, we have travelled a long way,
Let’s go back home without loss of more time.”

Father said, “Now you will have to remain here forever!”
“This is a wasteland; I will not live here,
I will go back to my mother,
I will play in the company of my brother,
He might be missing me,” the daughter said weeping.

The father dug a ditch with his own hands and said,
“I shall bring you here all things you yearn for,
Now you just lie in the ditch.”
The father began to bury his daughter,
The daughter wept, shrieked, shouted in agony,
“Father you promised to bring me a doll from the bazaar,
A string of pearls, dress, father what you have done!
Inside is dismal dark, let me come out,
I shall demand from you nothing.
I promise to you, I am being stifled inside here.
Father! Mom said to return before the night falls,
Let me go home you will never find me out,
My good father! I shall never tease you,
My promise, for the sake of God let me come out,
Inside I shall die, at last I am your daughter,
Just see my face once. Will you never remember me?”

Alas! Her weeping and wailing subdued in the grave,
But father’s heart did not soften,
In the depth of ditch, and loneliness of the desert
He buried his daughter with his own hands
And he returned with a high head and splendid walk
But silences bemoaned and bewailed behind,
And now bewailing voices are buried
Beneath the layers of fifteen centuries.

（Translated by Muhammad Shanazar）
 

 雅士拉伯
（纪念伊斯兰教创立之前，被活埋的爱女）

啊!爸爸我们要去哪里? 集市!
你会买什么给我？
布娃娃、玩具、还是一串珍珠！
对！
我会带上这串白珍珠
穿上蓝色的戏服
我会在夜幕降临之前回来

爸爸！阴影让我感到厌恶
妈妈说：“在夜黑降临之前回来”
爸爸！你会带我一起回去吗？
“是的！会回去，”父亲回答说。
女孩虽然很小，
但她无法排解
忧虑的黑暗和阴影。

她想回到妈妈身边，
想可爱的弟弟，想过去发生的一切。
“在这之前，爸爸从未对自己表达如此的爱意，
他怎么会带我一起去买布娃娃、珍珠项链，   
爸爸的所有承诺都没有实现过，没有半点诚信的意思
“有一条仇恨的巨蛇盘踞在他的心脏里，”她自语道。
但是世界低声对他说，“女儿是耻辱的污点
让人沮丧蒙羞。”

六岁小女孩的需求是多么的微不足道！
她的两个哥哥生了几个儿子！
是的；一样的儿子，遗传的继承人，
他们提升了高贵和尊严；
他们让一个父亲抬得起头。
虽说父亲有九个儿子，
然而，一个女儿让他夜不成寐。

她总是一直在说，“我的好爸爸！
把我抱在怀里晃晃；给我买一串珍珠。”
她总是抱怨爸爸，
“为什么我不是你的掌上明珠？
你为什么不爱我？”
我很孤独，为什么妈妈仍然对我很恼火
哥哥们对我也很恼怒。
虽然我们同处一室可没有人关心我。”

（当阴影开始吞没父亲，女儿在一个黑点上停下来，她感到害怕。）
“这不是集市，
无尽的荒野笼罩四野，
了无人烟
噢！爸爸你在干什么。
你在沙漠中埋藏了一些宝藏吗？
是的，我必须找到我的钻石，
我的珍珠、我的黄金、我生活的威望、我生命的辉煌。
噢！爸爸，我渴了，我们已经走过了漫长的道路，
我们回家，没有太多的时间可以消磨了。”

父亲说，“现在，你不得不永远留在这里了！”
“这是一片荒原；我不想生活在这里，
我要回去找妈妈，
我要陪哥哥一起玩，
他应该会想念我，”女儿边说边哭。

父亲亲手刨了一个壕沟，说，
“我会把你渴望得到的所有东西带到这里给你，
现在，你就躺在这个沟里。”
父亲开始埋葬自己的女儿，
女儿哭着、尖叫着、痛苦的呐喊着，
“爸爸，你答应我要在市场上买个布娃娃给我，
一串珍珠项链、一条裙子、爸爸，你都做到了些什么！
沟里又阴又暗，让我出来，
我再不会向你要任何东西。
我祈求你，我快要在这里，窒息死了。
爸爸！妈妈说夜幕降临之前要回家，
让我回家，你再也见不到我走出家门，
我的好爸爸！我再也不会强求你什么，
我发誓，看在上帝的面上，让我出来，
在这里面，我会死的，我是你的女儿，最后，
再看看我的脸吧。你再也不记得我了吗？”

唉！她的哭泣、她的喪歌，在坟墓里逐渐减弱，
但是父亲的心始终没有软，
在壕沟的深处、在寂寥的荒漠
父亲用自己的双手埋葬了自己的女儿
他昂起头回到家，步伐矫健笑容满面
可是身后是沉闷的叹息、默默的哀叹
而现在这痛苦的声音就埋葬在
十五世纪的地层之下。
 

（默罕默德.沙拉扎尔英译；苏菲汉译）2013-12-29

混原版《世界诗人》季刊 74期


 

Poland]Anna Kokot BODY CONFESSION 忏悔 [波兰] 安娜.可可特 [10-03](200)

[Poland]Anna Kokot
BODY CONFESSION


Don’t look at me
Your blind eyes

You can’t see
my human’s shape
You can’t touch me
so deep
as you want
every night, every day

without using hands
without using words

You can’t steal my pride
at the bottom of fear
the special place with heart
is full of emptiness
my personal hole
is covered by nothing
but… please remember
sometimes
nothing is everything
for me



忏悔
[波兰] 安娜.可可特

不要对我垂涎
那茫然的双眼

看不见
人性的躯干
无法触动我的灵魂
深深地
尽管你想
岁岁 年年

无温柔之手
无温情话语

休想窃取我的高贵
幽暗的谷底
灵魂特许之地
虚无的心田
灵魂的空洞
虚无  无依
但是……请记住
有时候
对于我
虚无就是拥有


TR.SOPHY CHEN  2012-1-25  21：10  广外图书馆

 

[Pakistan] Sumaira Baqra My Caravan [巴基斯坦][10-03](198)

[Pakistan] Sumaira Baqra
My Caravan

I have thought,
If my half-travelled journey
Becomes successful,
Sitting somewhere,
I shall unburden my exhaustion.
I shall look for the lake of contentment,
I shall soak the rose-petals,
And place them upon the eyes.
In case I find some coins,
While walking on the way,
I shall consume thinking them a blessing.
My hands are perforated,
I shall spend all seasons by stopping over,
Listening to the sounds coming across,
And then my caravan:
I, my heart and my shadow
Will dance and dance in the shower of rain.


[巴基斯坦]苏迈哈.巴克拉
我的大篷车

我想过了
如果半路旅程
一帆风顺的话
找个地方坐下来
卸下疲惫的重担
找到那令人心旷神怡的湖泊
把玫瑰花瓣撒在水里，侵湿
贴在眼睛上
假如走在路上
拾得一些硬币
我会感恩赐福
花完这些钱
我的双手打着小孔
在途中逗留度过所有季节
听天籁之音偶然传来
我的大篷车：
我的心儿、我的影子
在细雨里舞蹈、舞蹈。

（苏菲英译汉）  混语版《世界诗人》季刊 73期

 

I REMEMBER 《记得》 混语版《世界诗人》季刊 第69期[10-03](141)

I REMEMBER
[Poland]Anna Kokot


In my secret box
I’m collecting
taste of green tea
colourful memories

from childhood
from past

stone from the bottom of heart
and needle with drop of blood

red treasure
my grandma


记得
[波兰] 安娜.可可特

这私密的锦盒里
珍藏着
绿茶的清香
美丽的记忆

童年
往事

心底的碎石
带血的针线

奶奶的
红宝石


（Sophy Chen 苏菲 英译汉）

混语版《世界诗人》季刊 69期

[山东]王德席：《活着，因为爱》（苏菲英译）混语版《世界诗人》季刊 68期[09-03](152)

活着，因为爱

感恩在播种的地方，唯你懂得
一份深情，集万般爱于一身的快乐
就用你脚下的五花土
和着回忆的一颗蓝星
双手捏出心中的另一个自己
你可知那翩翩飞来的几只蜜蜂
和蝴蝶，为何轻轻落在我的肩上
那是我们的一颗心，拈花醒来
活着，我忘记了自己是个泥人



【Shandong】Dexi Wang

To Live For Love

Thanksgiving, in seeding fields, only you understand a true love,
A happiness with your deep love
By the earth at my feet,
With a memory star
I make another myself by my won hands in my heart
Do you know why several flying bees and butterflies
Stop lightly on my shoulder
That is a heart of ours, waking up for collecting pollen
To live, I have forgotten I am a clay figure


Translated by Sophy Chen 10:41 2012-9-3 Beijing China

NOWHERE [Poland]Anna Kokot 《虚无》[波兰] 安娜.可可特[08-02](158)

NOWHERE
[Poland]Anna Kokot


I have lost myself
in the middle of nowhere

follow me
use your feet
step by step
one, two..
like an old man
like handicapped person

Don’t catch me
your destroyed hand
but…
stay by me
in the middle of emptiness



《虚无》
[波兰] 安娜.可可特

虚无之地
迷失了自己

跟我走
徒步
一步  一步
如同一位老人
如同一个瘸子
一步  两步……

别拉着我
你残损的手
但是……
留下来
留在虚无缥缈中

TR.SOPHY CHEN  2012-01-25  广外图书馆

 

Alien Moments 《异形时刻》 [印度]贾格迪什•普拉卡什（苏菲汉译）《世界诗人》71期 [11-30](326)

Alien Moments 《异形时刻》[India] Jagdish Prakash[印度]贾格迪什•普拉卡什

（苏菲英语诗歌汉译）混语版 《世界诗人》季刊 第71期

 Alien Moments

The days are backward,
The nights are disrupted,
A dialogue of centuries occurs
In the union of moments,
A procession of memories
Descend on the threshold,
The universe is lost
On the track of incidents,
The turban of circumstance
Is on the head of life,
Turmoil of breath
Is on the entrance of life,
Documents of night are scattered
On the table of silences,
The ominous shadows are perching
On the windows,
Strange are the scenes,
Anomalous are the airs,
The steps are faltering,
The winds are wobbling,
These all portend
Something will happen,
Perhaps the spectacle will change,
If it doesn’t happen so,
Then time may go on,
Someone should to this night impart,
Whenever it is about to depart,
It should proceed knocking my shut door,
So that I should go
Farther and farther away,
Holding the finger
Of the approaching day.
(Translated by Muhammad Shanazar, from Pakistan)

异形时刻

白昼逆转
夜晚中断
几个世纪的对白重现
日夜交替的时刻
一串串回忆
突然降到临界值
追踪事实事件
宇宙已逝去
莫斯林头巾的境遇
在生活的头上
呼吸的骚动
在生命的入口处
沉默的桌上
夜晚的文档四处飘散
不祥的阴影落在窗户上
奇怪的场景
异样的空气
风在颤动
所有这些预兆
将会发生
或许出人意料的情况将会使之改变
如果这些预兆不会发生
时间可能会继续
今晚应该有人透露
无论何时 时间必将失去
它该继续敲打我紧闭的门扉
因此 我也该上路了
远远地，远远地
伸出手指
触摸即将到来的明天

巴基斯坦 默罕默德•沙纳扎尔 英译  苏菲 汉译 2013/3/18