poems

[sima.nick-khahi]

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet:
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
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Hey, Hey
Did you ever think
There might be another way?
To just feel better,
Just feel better about today

Oh no-
If you never want to have
To turn and go away,
You might feel better
Might feel better if you stay.

Yeah yeah
I bet you haven't heard a word I've said
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough of all your trying
Just give up
The state of mind you're in

If you want to be somebody else,
If you're tired of fighting battles with yourself.
If you want to be somebody else
Change your mind, change your mind.

Hey hey-
Have you ever danced in the rain
Or thanked the sun
Just for shining- just for shining
Or the sea?
Oh no! Take it all in
The world's a show,
And yeah, you look much better,
Look much better when you glow.

Yeah yeah
I bet you heard every word I`ve said.
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough of all your trying
Just give up
The state of mind you're in:

If you want to be somebody else,
If you're tired of fighting battles with yourself.
If you want to be somebody else
Change your mind, change your mind.

Hey hey-
what ya say
We both go and seize the day.
'cause what's your hurry,
what's your hurry anyway?

Yeah yeah
I hope you`ve heard every word I've said
Yeah yeah
If you've had enough of all your tryin'
Just give up
The state of mind you're in:

If you want to be somebody else,
If you're tired of losing battles with yourself
If you want to be somebody else,
Change your mind, change your mind.
Change your mind, change your mind.

Out of your mind, out of your mind,
Just close your mind

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Then the rainstorm came over me
And I felt my spirit break
I had lost all of my belief you see
And realized my mistake
But time threw a prayer to me
And all around me became still

I need love, love's divine
Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind
Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name

Through the rainstorm came sanctuary
And I felt my spirit fly
I had found all of my reality
I realize what it takes

'Cause I need love, love's divine
Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind
Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name

Oh I don't bend [don't bend], don't break [don't break]
Show me how to live and promise me you won't forsake
'Cause love can help me know my name

Well I try to say there's nothing wrong
But inside I felt me lying all alone
But the message here was plain to see
Believe me...

'Cause I need love, love's divine
Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind
Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name

Oh I don't bend [don't bend], don't break [don't break]
Show me how to live and promise me you won't forsake
'Cause love can help me know my name

Love can help me know my name.

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my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded by the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lyin' here tonight

And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the pain

Chorus:
How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound but no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again

So I try to hold onto a time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can't

How could this happen to me
I've made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me

I've made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me
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If you will die for me,
I will die for you
and our graves will be like two lovers washing
their clothes together
in a laundromat
If you will bring the soap
I will bring the bleach.

Richard Brautigan

رومئو و ژولیت
Romeo and Juliet
اگه برام بمیری
برات می میرم
و قبرهامون مثل دو تا عاشق می شن
که با هم دیگه
توی یه ماشین لباسشویی ِ خودکار
لباساشون رو می شورن
اگه تو صابون بیاری
من سفید کننده رو میارم.

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I thought about you yesterday

I thought about you yesterday
And tears ran down my face
As I remembered all the memories
That can never be erased

Though it was two years ago
Every now and then
Something makes me think of you
And of what might have been

I remember all the good times
The laughter and the tears
Memories that warm my heart
When I look back on those happy years

But every time I remember
My heart begins to ache
Those special times weren't real for you
Your smile was just a fake

You thought that no one loved you
Your heart was breaking inside
Your soul was crying tears
That you tried so desperately to hide

And then I remember that morning
The words ring in my head
"Sit down, we have bad news for you,
Keri, Devin's dead"

I wept so bitterly over you
I cried for your hurt inside
I knew it was no accident
I knew you committed suicide

I cried that you had hurt so much
And cried that you died alone
I cried because I blamed myself
I cried because I should have known

It's been a couple years
I get stronger as time goes by
I try to put the past behind me
And forget that you chose to die

But then something makes me think of you
And of that tragic day
And I still remember
Remember like it was yesterday

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When i DIE
When I die...

When I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world

don't shed any tears
don't lament or
feel sorry
i'm not falling
into a monster's abyss

when you see
my corpse is being carried
don't cry for my leaving
i'm not leaving
i'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me
in the grave
don't say goodbye
remember a grave is
only a curtain
for the paradise behind

you'll only see me
descending into a grave
now watch me rise
how can there be an end
when the sun sets or
the moon goes down

it looks like the end
it seems like a sunset
but in reality it is a dawn
when the grave locks you up
that is when your soul is freed

have you ever seen
a seed fallen to earth
not rise with a new life
why should you doubt the rise
of a seed named human

have you ever seen
a bucket lowered into a well
coming back empty
why lament for a soul
when it can come back
like Joseph from the well

when for the last time
you close your mouth
your words and soul
will belong to the world of
no place no time

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In the END


It starts with one thing
I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time

All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away

It’s so unreal
Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on
But didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go
I kept everything inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it meant to me
Will eventually
Be a memory
Of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter

One thing
I don’t know why
It doesn’t even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard

In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I’m surprised it got so far
Things aren’t the way they were before
You wouldn’t even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end
You kept everything inside and even though I tried
It all fell apart
What it meant to me
Will eventually
Be a memory
Of a time when

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There’s only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There’s only one thing you should know

I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter
I had to fall
And lose it all
But in the end
It doesn’t even matter

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I will affect you slowly

eserin sonuna git
I will affect you slowly / Richard Brautigan


I'll affect you slowly
as if you were having
a picnic in a dream.
There will be no ants.
It won't rain.
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به آرامی دوستت خواهم داشت
انگار که در رویاهات به یک پیک نیک رفته باشی
درحالیکه مورچه ای در کار نخواهد بود
و بارانی نخواهد بارید.

[sima.nick-khahi]

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Three Gods:
Part I
Engulf
seduce
give pleasures to the blowing trees
and the friends they’ve found in the animals
of your kingdom
You offer simpleness
solitude and secrecy. From life’s
troubles-
You feel like my soul in the afternoon
just before the sunset-
golden with pieces of heavenly light
Give me this feeling always
Kiss me with your stars, comets, and glow
your plush onyx pillow, keeps me warm
feeling at home
engulfing me
seducing me-
giving me pleasures as you do the trees
and the lovers of your kingdom


Three Gods: Part II
So the story goes-
an end to everything we’ve ever known
to be true
or so we believe
Our false smiles and weak hearts fall in this face of fear....
The face we’ve all seen before, known to be hellish and demonic
the possible end to mankind
the face of evil
bold and clear-
OUR OWN.
Our face looking at us in the mirror covered by blood and lost lives.
The phenomenal end
destruction of mother earth
her children, her baby boy Adam
and his beautiful girl Eve.


Three Gods part: III
And here I am alone again
in this dread filled world-
so shallow
hallow
and winter wind cold
so hateful enough to burn hell over twice
with the fire in men hearts...
Heaven maybe the only refuge
but its so far away almost an eternity
to peace and simple solitude
I hold my heavy heart out to you
hoping you can withstand its pressure
and weight and blood mixed tears,
it drips on your new white shoe laces....
We just wanted some hope
and a chance of charity-----

"سه خداینامه "

I
فرا بگیر و خروشان کن
بفریب و اغوا کن
لذت ببخش به درختان رقصان و
به دوستانی که از میان حیوانات قلمروات یافته اند...

تو
سادگی،
خلوت و رازپوشی عرضه می کنی
از دردهای زندگی.
حس می کنی،
مانند روح من در عصرهنگام
درست قبل از غروبِ آفتابِ مطلا با شعشعه های بهشتی...

بگذار همیشه چنین حس کنم
مرا با ستارگانت ببوس، با ستارگان دنباله دار...
بتاب و برافروز.
بستر عقیقیِِِ ِ رنگارنگ و مخملی ات
مرا گرم می کند.
حس می کنم درون کاشانهء خویشم...

مرا غوطه ور ساز
فرابگیر و خروشان کن
مرا بفریب و اغوا کن
به من شادمانی عطا کن آنسان که به درختان و
به عاشقان عظمتت....

II
و داستان برای هرآن چیز که می شناخته ایم
به پایان می رسد،
به حقیقت یا به باور خویش

لبخندهای دروغین مان
و قلبهای بی رمق مان
به درون این چهرهء پر هراس سقوط می کنند،
چهره ای که همگان پیش ازاین نیز دیده ایم،
و جهنمی و دیوسان می دانیمش...
همه مقدورات بر نوع بشر موقوف می شوند،
...و دیو بانگ بر می دارد،
جسورانه و آشکارا :
"بندگان ما "

چهره ما در آیینه ای پوشیده از خون و زندگی های گمشده مان
بر ما می نگرد،
حوادث پایان می پذیرند...
انهدام مادر زمین و فرزندانش،
پسر بچه اش: آدم
و دختر زیبایش: حوا

III
و حالا من دوباره اینجا هستم، تنها
در این دنیای سراسر بیم و هراس
با تقدسی کمرنگ ،
و بادهای سرد زمستانی...
آنقدر منفور که جهنم را دوبار بسوزاند،
با آتش نهفته در قلب انسانها...

شاید بهشت تنها پناهگاه باشد
اما بسیار دور....
به درازنای ابدیت،
برای آرامشی و
خلوتی ساده...

من،
قلب متلاطمم را برای تو نگاه می دارم
امید که بتوانی فشار آنرا تاب آوری
و اشکهای سنگین ِ آمیخته با خونم را
که چکه
چکه
بر بندهای کفشِ سفیدِ تازه ات
می چکد...

ما فقط کمی امید می خواهیم
و مجالی برای خیر خواهی....




برگردان: گلاره جمشیدی
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Dance me

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

"منو به رقص بیار"

پیش به سوی زیبائیت،
با یه ویولن آتیش گرفته،
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار!
منو به رقص بیار و از ترس و اضطراب بیرون بیا،
تا وقتی که با اطمینان دورت می گردم.

بلندم کن، مثل شاخهء درخت زیتون!
قمری خونگی ام باش!
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار،
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار.

آخ! بذار زیبائیت رو ببینم وقتی همه نشونی ها از بین می رن،
بذار حرکتت رو حس کنم همونطور که توی بابیلون اینکار رو می کنن،
یواش یواش بهم نشون بده اون چیزی رو که فقط تا مرزشو دیدم،
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار!
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار!

پیش به سوی این جشن بزرگ منو به رقص بیار!
منو به رقص بیار و منو به رقص بیار
منو به رقص بیار، ترد و لطیف
منو به رقص بیار، یه رقص طولانی
ما هر دو زیر نفوذ عشقمونیم،
ما هر دو توی اوجیم....

پیش به سوی بچه هایی که دوست دارن به دنیا بیان منو به رقص بیار!
از میون پرده هایی که بوسه های ما نخ نماشون می کنن منو به رقص بیار!
همین الان یه خیمهء جون پناه به پا کن،
با همهء این نخ نخ های پاره شده،
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار!

پیش به سوی زیبائیت،
با یه ویولن آتیش گرفته منو به رقص بیار!
از ترس و اضطراب بیرون بیا و منو به رقص بیار،
تا وقتی که با اطمینان دورت می گردم.
منو لمس کن با دست برهنه ات،
لمسم کن با دستکشت!
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار،
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار،
تا آخر عشق منو به رقص بیار.....
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[sima.nick-khahi]

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توی روزهای عالی توقف کردیم

توی روزهای عالی توقف کردیم
و از ماشین بیرون اومدیم.
باد نگاهی به موهای او انداخت.
به همون سادگی بود.
برگشتم که چیزی بگم...

We Stopped at Perfect Days


We stopped at perfect days
and got out of the car.
The wind glanced at her hair.
It was as simple as that.
I turned to say something--

[sima.nick-khahi]

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Bitter Strawberries


All morning in the strawberry field
They talked about the Russians.
Squatted down between the rows
We listened.
We heard the head woman say,
'Bomb them off the map.'

Horseflies buzzed, paused and stung.
And the taste of strawberries
Turned thick and sour.

Mary said slowly, 'I've got a fella
Old enough to go.
If anything should happen...'

The sky was high and blue.
Two children laughed at tag
In the tall grass,
Leaping awkward and long-legged
Across the rutted road.
The fields were full of bronzed young men
Hoeing lettuce, weeding celery.

'The draft is passed,' the woman said.
'We ought to have bombed them long ago.'
'Don't,' pleaded the little girl
With blond braids.

Her blue eyes swam with vague terror.
She added petishly, 'I can't see why
You're always talking this way...'
'Oh, stop worrying, Nelda,'
Snapped the woman sharply.
She stood up, a thin commanding figure
In faded dungarees.
Businesslike she asked us, 'How many quarts?'
She recorded the total in her notebook,
And we all turned back to picking.

Kneeling over the rows,
We reached among the leaves
With quick practiced hands,
Cupping the berry protectively before
Snapping off the stem
Between thumb and forefinger.

شعر از سیلویا پلات:

« توت فرنگی های تلخ »

تموم صبح توی مزرعهء توت فرنگی،
اونا دربارهء روسها حرف زدن،
و ما چمپاتمه زنون میون ردیفها
گوش دادیم.
شنیدیم که سردستهء زنها گفت:
« خارج از نقشه، بمبارونشون کنین .»
خرمگسها وزوز کردن
مکث کردن و گَزیدن،
و طعم توت فرنگی ها
غلیظ و ترش شد.

ماری آروم گفت:«من یه پسره رو دارم،
اونقدی سن داره که بشه باهاش رفت،
هر اتفاقی اگه بیفته... »

آسمون بلند بود و آبی،
دو تا بچه
گرگم به هوا بازی می کردن و می خندیدن
توی علفزارهای بلند؛
ناشیانه جست و خیز می کردن و می دویدن
از میون خطوط جاده؛
مزرعه پر بود از مردای جوون آفتاب سوخته،
در حال کج بیل زدن به کاهوها و
هرس کردن کرفس ها.

زن گفت: «طرحمون تصویب شد،
باید زودتر از اینها بمبارونشون می کردیم .»

« این کارو نکنین !»
دخترک،
با گیسوای بافتهء طلایی،
التماس کرد.
چشمای آبیش توُ وحشتی مبهم شناور شد،
بی تابانه گفت:
« نمی فهمم چرا شما
همیشه اینجوری حرف می زنین ...»

زن به تندی غُرید:
«اَه ... دست وردار، نِلدا!»
و ایستاد،
مثه یه فرماندهء بی رمق،
توُ یه لباس کتونی رنگ و رو رفته
از ما پرسید:
« چقدر چیدین؟»
مجموعشو توی دفترچه اش ثبت کرد،
ما همه برگشتیم به چیدن و بیل زدن،
زانو زدیم جلوی ردیفها و
برگها رو درو کردیم،
با دستای سریع و کاربلد
توت فرنگی هایی رو
که قبلا محافظشون بودیم،
رگ زدیم،
و بین انگشتای شست و سبابه،
ساقه ها رو قطع کردیم ...
پاسخ با نقل قول

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When daisies pied by violet

and blue and cuckoo sing

sweet vocality

so you paint the

meadow with delight

وقتی گلهای داوودی آبی و بنفش

رنگارنگ شد

وفاخته آوازی شیرین سر داد

پس تو هم با لذت،مرغزار را رنگ آمیزی کن

[sima.nick-khahi]

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In a disused graveyard

The living comew with grassy tread
To read the gravestone on the hill
The graveyard draws the living still
But never any more the dead

The verses in it say and say:
“The ones who living come today
To read the stones and go away
Tomorrow dead will come to stay.”

So sure of death the marbles rhyme,
Yet can’t help marking all the time
How no one dead will seem to come.
What is it men are shrinking from?

It would be easy to be clever
And tell the stones: Men hate to die
And have stopped dying now forever.
I think they would believe the lie

.

در گورستان متروک
زنده ها با گامهای رنگین شده از علف
می آیند تا در روی تپه سنگ مزارها را بخوانند
گورستان هنوز زنده ها را به سوی خود می کشد.
اما هرگز دیگر مرده ای را نمی طلبد.

این اشعار پی در پی در آنجا به چشم می خورد:
آنهایی که امروز زنده به اینجا می آیند
تا سنگه را بخوانند و باز گردند
فردا مرده خواهند آمد تا بمانند.

سنگ مرمرها که اینچنین با یقین از مرگ سخن می گویند
همه وقت در حیرت اند
که چرا دیگر مرده ای از راه نمی رسد.
و پرهیز و امتناع مردم از چیست؟

آسان می توان شوخ طبعی کرد
و به سنگ ها گفت که مردم از مردن بیزارند
و دیگر هرگز نمی میرند.
وگمان می کنم که این دروغ را باور می کنند.

Robert Frost
ترجمه ی دکتر فتح الله مجتبایی