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 Re: )()()(----آنا أخماتوفا----)()()( ترجمة (Re: ibrahim fadlalla)
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ترجمة النص بالإنجليزية ( منقول )
I wrung my hands beneath my veil...
"Why are you so pale today?"
- Because I forced him to get drunk
On sorrow's sour wine.
How can I forget? He lurched outside,
His mouth was twisted up in pain...
Not touching the banister, I ran down,
I ran after him to the gate.
Gasping, I cried: "It was but a joke
All of it. If you should leave, I'd die."
He smiled a calm and horrible smile
And said: "Don't stand out in the wind."
8 January 1911, Kiev
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ibrahim fadlalla
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