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 Re: عبد السلام يسافر في الأحمر ذهابًا وإياب (نص عربي و إنجليزي) (Re: راشد سيد أحمد الشيخ)
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و هذه ترجمة للقصيدة بعالية وهي أولى محاولاتي لترجمة الشعر
للضالعين والضالعات في هذا الضرب من ضروب الترجمة أرخي السمع و الحواس
لنقدهم و تقويمهم لما إجترحت من محاولة
ويقى ودي والعرفان
A two way red ticket for Abdul Salamِ
(A Requiem of Love)
At the southern quarters of town
Stands reticent and worn-out houses,
Dim alleyways laden with a chilling tale
As you pass through,
Like a gentle breath,
Swarm of butterflies on your trail
So doe’s pairs of white doves
A flock of paradise birds
Loops and whirl
Like a hallo of tranquillity
And a bountiful cloud
There you are; a baobab tree of love and peace,
Under your cooling shadow, we rest
Reclining beside us, dreams, hopes
And many a people crowed
In the northern parts of town
Within its frowning frontiers
Muteness and silence leisurely grow,
A trace of your scent lingers in the air
And softly disperses away
Leaving behind broken hearts
Submerged in salty tears
Vanquished souls with sadness overflow
Transfixed forever in a consuming woe
Your loved ones staring at the abyss of disbelief
With insomniac eyes filled with pain and grief
O Abdul my friend,
You stand distinct like a standard-banner
Peering from the aperture of my memory
Engraved in gleaming serrations,
Like an ancient Meroitic pottery.
Halt your saunter Abdul, my friend
Do not abandon us yet
Like a munificent phantom and walk
Before sharing a glass of wine
And an intelligent talk
Or heeding your enchanting poetry recitation
Do not leave…. My friend
Arrest your movement now, and wait
Do not abscond, please stay
For the road you are treading on
Penetrates the jungle of transgression
The thorny road, that takes you away
To the swamps of indiscretion
Wait my friend … do not leave us now
Do not leave on a trip you did not intend
Without a cordial wave
Without a glance, chockfull of joy and content
Or a shadow of your endearing leers
A unique one amongst us, you are
A beacon of virtues amid your peers
Offering those around you
Lucid visions, eloquent and true
Whenever I think of home, nostalgic and alone
Nudged by actions, weight down by apathies
Your placid spectre watches me
Listening to the radio’s relentless drone
Heaving menacing and ominous prophecies
And hopes forlorn
Each time I am jaded, disheartened and alone
Stares solemnly from the opposite seat
Your giant spectre, ubiquitous and sweet
Your bright eyes speaks without voice
Asking me in an earnest heat:
Was my blood the rite of passage?
Did death decree my death, clear and aloud?
Or is it this opaque death shroud
Soaked in funeral perfumes separate us now?
Or did you – in your mystical rope -
Rode the stallion of wind into the opposite direction of hope?
Or are siestas – tranquil as they are –
Made from the same fabric of death?
How much we need you now
To summon endurance onto us:
How genuinely we need you now
As death looms over the horizon,
Without fail
As musty air with horses neighs, avow,
Clinking swords set to assail
And a storm of dejection engulfs the land
Pierced by venomous archery
Flaccid, our land, tired and frail
Plummeting into panic and disarray
Alas, the harvest of misfortune
Abundant and sundry
In every jungle and on each mount
Prophesies of mayhem and demolition
While we need your wisdom and bravery
In this era of anguish and misery
When (Things fall apart)
Lest we patiently endure the road to Calvary
Where light adjusts its tune,
Rose-buds harmonise its prose,
Trees perform its songs
And time, its compass calibrate
On the (Thing) called eternal wait.
In our evening reunions,
I furtively toast your health,
In a jovial yell and a cheerful roar
Slurp the glass you extend to me
Poured From the tub of apathy
Brewed and matured by time
In the mysterious tavern on the other shore
Then we resume our stalled conversations
About arts, banks and dubious policies
About inexplicable TV programmes
Idiotic political invocations
About misleading news and media plots
About senile tyrants and brutal despots
About love and theology,
About medicine and comedy
About death, poetry and ideology
About life
The whole life
Without confines or boundaries
O treasured friend Abdul Salam
We miss your sharp and judicious mind
In this ashen year of (ashes)
In this precarious juncture
Of perilous and futile clashes
Where days cloaked in mourning colours
And nights packed with tedium and bore
Utterly soaked in sadness and terrors
And an expanding melancholy without shore
Overcome it, we try,
Sad and tipsy, we chant,
Our trembling voices haunt the space
While you observe us – as usual –
With a merry smile on your face:
“O my land, O my forefathers land
I wish you well,
Your love is in my heart
Your name on my lips still
Rest assured O my land
I offer my life and blood at will
Once you’re beckoning trumpet sounds”
We briefly sink in the grip of grief,
And a discomfited moment of hiatus
Raising another toast and a sigh of relief
How do you spend your evenings, dear friend?
We are left like strangers here
Our nights not the usual nights
Our days but void without end
Good morning Abdul, O noble comrade of ours
Behold, the carnival of ascendance
When times arrive
Like burning meteoroids we come
Bathed in fire, we dive
One following the other
Dead or slain,
Each one dancing to his tempo
The ballet of death, again
So, wait for us my friend, wait for a while
On the shore of reality
And enfold us in your warm embrace
Before you arrange for us a befitting place
By the banks of the Nile
Fill our empty cups with nectar of grace
And our souls with your delightful smile
O my comrade,
Let our voices in merriment and glee explode
While our melodious choir is in a singing mood
Unique one amongst us, you are
(The one who embodies the multitude)
The giver of the dear and rare
The first to offer when the need is there
Let us chant our last requiem and elegy
Then discard this ugly mourning attire
Lead us in singing, Abdul my friend
With a jovial ending to a sad prelude
In the way singing should be
With a merry note to conclude
Lead us in singing
My dear friend
Lead us in singing.
Rashid Sid Ahmed Elsheikh
London: 10 September – 12 October 2010
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راشد سيد أحمد الشيخ
فيس بوك
تويتر
انستقرام
يوتيوب
بنتيريست