From Forugh's Grave
I come home dark
from Forugh's grave.
I had never seen
a cloud
opening up
its umbrella of sorrow
over the crowd of the lonely before
so kindly
so giving.
Must
the sweetest lyric of togetherness
be wept over
in mourning?
I know death
from afar.
Yes
but how could it be
that this endless fragrance should be no more?
I do not believe
I come from Forugh's grave.
It is as if that warming, mature fragrance
is still blowing
from beyond all breeze.
I do not believe.
I do not believe.
This cloud of crying cannot be real.
I have my reservations about working with Mehregan. For one, I don't know Farsi and I am quite unfamiliar with his work (although I am supposed to meet him this Saturday, hence no trip to Austin, to be postponed to the following week, if Scott is reading). I am of the school of translation that says that a translator should have an extensively knowledge of the work and of the original language. It would be nice if Johannes, John or cmde Chris Daniels could weight in on this issue. Moreover, I tend to be extremely meticulous in my translation work, much more than my own poetry. Mehregan tends to be very excited and likes to add footnotes.
ـ و که بود
آن که،
در سکوتِ خونفشانِ بامداد،
تیربارهای جان شکار چون ز قاه قاهِ مرگ می فتاد،
هر اسیرِ نیم کُشته ای
به تیرِ واپسینِ او
ــ پیامِ خونی ی خلاص ــ
سر به خاک می نهاد؟
ـ پاسدار احمدی نژاد !
ـ و که بود
آن که مرگ را
به خوانسرای§ میکونوس
داد داد؟
ـ پاسدار احمدی نژاد !
ـ و که بود
آن که،
با امامِِ مرگ روی مرگ پوی مرگ خوی مرگ جوی خویش،
رو به روی انقلابِ تازه روی تازه خوی تازه جوی ما
ایستاد؟
ـ پاسدار احمدی نژاد !
Pasdar Ahmadinejad
And who was
the one who
in the silence of bloodfountains at dawn
rained fire after the half-breathing captives
who laid their heads to the ground
as they heard
the bloody message of release
brought by the last bullet?
Pasdar Ahmadinejad!
And who was
the one who invited Death
at the bloodinn of the Mykonos
and executed his justice?
Pasdar Ahmadinejad!
And who was
the one who
stood with the deathfaced, deathsmelling, deathstanding, deathseeking imam
before our fresh revolution, our fresh deed, our fresh
prospects?
Pasdar Ahmadinejad!
Mehregan and I have chosen not to translate "Pasdar," which basically means "revolutionary guard," but which can also mean "thug." It has both positive and negative connotations. If Frank Herbert can do it in Dune, why can't we?
For other untranslatable terms, I have chosen Johannes's and Pierre Joris's method on Aase Berg and Paul Celan, respectively, of creating composite words. The problem being, I might make Kho'i sound like Celan or Berg when there might not be an connection.
I don't know.
The poem itself has 7 pages, which Mehregan and I want to be done by Saturday (at least, as a first draft) . The complete poem can be seen here.
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