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Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt<\/em><\/p>\nPoem in English, Spanish, Dutch, French, German, Italian, Catalan, Gallego, Portuguese, Irish, and Albanian, Arabic, Bosnian, Chinese, Danish, Farsi, Greek, Hindi, Icelandic, Indonesian, Japanese, Kiswahili, Korean, Kurdish, Macedonian,\u00a0 Maithili, Nepalese, Polish, Romanian, Russian, Serbian, Sicilian, Tamil, Turkish, Urdu and Uzbek<\/p>\n
Picture by Germain Droogenbroodt<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Poetry without borders 821 \u201cTALE OF A FAITHFUL WIFE\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Tamali Neogi<\/strong>, India<\/p>\n – All translations are made in collaboration with Germain Droogenbroodt –<\/p>\n TALE OF A FAITHFUL WIFE<\/strong><\/p>\n When you winged to a distant land of blue mountains,<\/p>\n I didn’t weep badly as faithful wives do,<\/p>\n didn’t indulge in fictional loneliness like a few, I, in our nest on laburnum top,<\/p>\n awaiting the small bites of love<\/p>\n you might bring for me.<\/p>\n Bathed in morning light, I start my day,<\/p>\n turning leaves of holy scriptures; all be well.<\/p>\n For lunch daily waiting for friends,<\/p>\n in lazy afternoons, thoughts draw crisscross of light and shadow.<\/p>\n When stars are the neighbours, who could quarrel with the moon?<\/p>\n Where’s the chance to be sad?<\/p>\n Clouds teach me to fly.<\/p>\n But that evening when the guffaw of wind entered my room<\/p>\n and overturned my candles,<\/p>\n in evening prayers I understood,<\/p>\n far away from me, the ribs of my love,<\/p>\n were being broken mercilessly.<\/p>\n That night came the first rain of the year<\/p>\n \u00a0and from that day, rain falls<\/p>\n to write a whole book of unfeigned sorrow.<\/p>\n Beauty soothes little, the desolate heart,<\/p>\n laburnum top is now my burning pyre.<\/p>\n Tamali Neogi<\/strong>, India<\/p>\n <\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n HISTORIA DE UNA ESPOSA FIEL<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cuando volaste a una tierra lejana de monta\u00f1as azules, Ba\u00f1ada por la luz de la ma\u00f1ana, comienzo mi d\u00eda, Pero aquella tarde, cuando la carcajada del viento Tamali Neogi, India ***<\/p>\n VERHAAL VAN EEN TROUWE ECHTGENOTE<\/strong><\/p>\n Toen je naar een ver land met blauwe bergen vloog, In ons nest boven goudenregen, Badend in het ochtendlicht begin ik mijn dag, Maar die avond, toen het gebulder van de wind mijn kamer binnenkwam Tamali Neogi<\/strong>, Indi\u00eb ***<\/p>\n HISTOIRE D\u2019UNE EPOUSE FIDELE<\/strong><\/p>\n Lorsque tu t\u2019es envol\u00e9 vers un pays lointain aux montagnes bleues, Dans notre nid au-dessus du cytise, Plongeant dans la lumi\u00e8re du matin je commence ma journ\u00e9e, Mais ce soir-l\u00e0, lorsque le rugissement du vent a p\u00e9n\u00e9tr\u00e9 ma chambre Tamali Neogi, India ***<\/p>\n DIE GESCHICHTE EINER TREUEN FRAU<\/strong><\/p>\n Als du in ein fernes Land blauer Berge flogst, Im Morgenlicht gebadet beginne ich meinen Tag, Doch an jenem Abend, als das Gel\u00e4chter des Windes Tamali Neogi, India ***<\/p>\n RACCONTO DI UNA MOGLIE FEDELE<\/strong><\/p>\n Quando sei volata verso una terra lontana di montagne blu,<\/p>\n non piansi a dirotto come fanno le mogli fedeli,<\/p>\n non mi abbandonai a una solitudine estrema piena di fantasmi, Nel nostro nido e sulla cima del maggiociondolo,<\/p>\n ero ancora in attesa dei piccoli morsi d\u2019amore<\/p>\n che avresti potuto darmi.<\/p>\n Immerso nella luce del mattino, inizio la giornata,<\/p>\n sfogliando le pagine dei libri sacri; tutto va bene.<\/p>\n A pranzo la quotidiana attesa degli amici,<\/p>\n Nei pigri pomeriggi, i pensieri disegnano un intreccio di luci ed ombra.<\/p>\n Quando le stelle sono vicine, chi potrebbe litigare con la luna?<\/p>\n Come riuscire ad essere tristi?<\/p>\n Le nuvole mi insegnano a volare.<\/p>\n Ma quella notte quando la risata del vento entr\u00f2 nella mia stanza<\/p>\n spegnendo le candele,<\/p>\n nelle preghiere della sera compresi,<\/p>\n lontano da me, le costole del mio amore<\/p>\n si spezzavano senza misericordia.<\/p>\n Quella notte arriv\u00f2 la prima pioggia dell\u2019anno<\/p>\n e da quel giorno, la pioggia cade<\/p>\n per scrivere un intero libro di sincero dolore.<\/p>\n La bellezza \u00e8 di poco conforto, il cuore desolato,<\/p>\n La cima del maggiociondolo \u00e8 ora la mia pira ardente.<\/p>\n Tamali Neogi, India<\/strong><\/p>\n Traduzione Luca Benassi<\/em><\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n HIST\u00d2RIA D\u2019UNA ESPOSA FIDEL<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Quan vas volar a una terra llunyana de muntanyes blaves,<\/p>\n no vaig plorar amargament com les esposes fidels,<\/p>\n no em vaig lliurar a la soledat fingida com algunes,<\/p>\n doncs vas deixar amb mi l’olor del teu cos.<\/p>\n Jo, al nostre niu sobre la copa del laburn,<\/p>\n esperava les petites bocades d’amor<\/p>\n que poguessis portar-me.<\/p>\n Banyada per la llum del mat\u00ed, comen\u00e7o el meu dia,<\/p>\n fullejant les sagrades escriptures; que tot estigui b\u00e9.<\/p>\n Per dinar cada dia esperant els amics,<\/p>\n en tardes mandroses, trenant els pensaments amb llum i ombra.<\/p>\n Quan les estrelles s\u00f3n ve\u00efnes, qui es podria barallar amb la lluna?<\/p>\n On hi ha espai per a la tristesa?<\/p>\n Els n\u00favols m’ensenyen a volar.<\/p>\n Per\u00f2 aquella tarda, quan la riallada del vent<\/p>\n va entrar a la meva habitaci\u00f3 i va bolcar les meves espelmes,<\/p>\n en les oracions vespertines vaig comprendre<\/p>\n que, lluny de mi, les costelles del meu amor<\/p>\n es trencaven sense pietat.<\/p>\n Aquella nit va arribar la primera pluja de l\u00b4any<\/p>\n i des d’aquell dia la pluja cau<\/p>\n per escriure un llibre sencer de sincera tristesa.<\/p>\n La bellesa alleuja poc el cor desolat,<\/p>\n la copa del laburno \u00e9s ara la meva pira ardent.<\/p>\n Tamali Neogi, \u00cdndia ***<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u062f\u0627\u0633\u062a\u0627\u0646\u0650 \u0647\u0645\u0633\u0631\u06cc \u0648\u0641\u0627\u062f\u0627\u0631<\/strong><\/p>\n \u0622\u0646\u06af\u0627\u0647 \u06a9\u0647 \u0628\u0647 \u0633\u0631\u0632\u0645\u06cc\u0646\u06cc \u062f\u0648\u0631 \u0628\u0627 \u06a9\u0648\u0647\u200c\u0647\u0627\u06cc \u0622\u0628\u06cc \u067e\u0631 \u06a9\u0634\u06cc\u062f\u06cc\u060c<\/p>\n \u0686\u0648\u0646 \u0647\u0645\u0633\u0631\u0627\u0646 \u0648\u0641\u0627\u062f\u0627\u0631 \u0633\u062e\u062a \u0646\u06af\u0631\u06cc\u0633\u062a\u0645\u060c<\/p>\n \u062f\u0631 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\u0631\u0627 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u06a9\u0634\u0646\u062f.<\/p>\n \u0648\u0642\u062a\u06cc \u0633\u062a\u0627\u0631\u06af\u0627\u0646 \u0647\u0645\u0633\u0627\u06cc\u0647\u200c\u0627\u0646\u062f\u060c \u0686\u0647 \u06a9\u0633\u06cc \u0628\u0627 \u0645\u0627\u0647 \u0633\u062a\u06cc\u0632 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u06a9\u0646\u062f\u061f<\/p>\n \u062c\u0627\u06cc\u06cc \u0628\u0631\u0627\u06cc \u0627\u0646\u062f\u0648\u0647 \u06a9\u062c\u0627\u0633\u062a\u061f<\/p>\n \u0627\u0628\u0631\u0647\u0627 \u067e\u0631\u0648\u0627\u0632 \u0631\u0627 \u0628\u0647 \u0645\u0646 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u0622\u0645\u0648\u0632\u0646\u062f.<\/p>\n \u0627\u0645\u0627 \u0622\u0646 \u063a\u0631\u0648\u0628 \u06a9\u0647 \u0642\u0647\u0642\u0647\u0647\u0654 \u0628\u0627\u062f \u0628\u0647 \u0627\u062a\u0627\u0642\u0645 \u062f\u0631\u0622\u0645\u062f<\/p>\n \u0648 \u0634\u0645\u0639\u200c\u0647\u0627\u06cc\u0645 \u0631\u0627 \u0648\u0627\u0698\u06af\u0648\u0646 \u06a9\u0631\u062f\u060c<\/p>\n \u062f\u0631 \u0646\u0645\u0627\u0632\u0650 \u0634\u0627\u0645\u06af\u0627\u0647\u06cc \u062f\u0631\u06cc\u0627\u0641\u062a\u0645<\/p>\n \u06a9\u0647 \u062f\u0648\u0631 \u0627\u0632 \u0645\u0646\u060c \u062f\u0646\u062f\u0647\u200c\u0647\u0627\u06cc \u0639\u0634\u0642\u0650 \u0645\u0646<\/p>\n \u0628\u06cc\u200c\u0631\u062d\u0645\u0627\u0646\u0647 \u062f\u0631 \u062d\u0627\u0644 \u0634\u06a9\u0633\u062a\u0646\u200c\u0627\u0646\u062f.<\/p>\n \u0622\u0646 \u0634\u0628 \u0646\u062e\u0633\u062a\u06cc\u0646 \u0628\u0627\u0631\u0627\u0646\u0650 \u0633\u0627\u0644 \u0628\u0627\u0631\u06cc\u062f<\/p>\n \u0648 \u0627\u0632 \u0622\u0646 \u0631\u0648\u0632\u060c \u0628\u0627\u0631\u0627\u0646 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u0628\u0627\u0631\u062f<\/p>\n \u062a\u0627 \u06a9\u062a\u0627\u0628\u06cc \u06a9\u0627\u0645\u0644 \u0627\u0632 \u0627\u0646\u062f\u0648\u0647\u06cc \u0628\u06cc\u200c\u062a\u0638\u0627\u0647\u0631 \u0628\u0646\u0648\u06cc\u0633\u062f.<\/p>\n \u0632\u06cc\u0628\u0627\u06cc\u06cc \u0627\u0646\u062f\u06a9\u06cc \u062f\u0644\u0650 \u0648\u06cc\u0631\u0627\u0646 \u0631\u0627 \u062a\u0633\u06a9\u06cc\u0646 \u0645\u06cc\u200c\u062f\u0647\u062f\u060c<\/p>\n \u0648 \u0644\u0627\u0628\u0648\u0631\u0646\u0648\u0645\u0650 \u0634\u06a9\u0648\u0641\u0647\u200c\u0631\u06cc\u0632 \u0627\u06a9\u0646\u0648\u0646<\/p>\n \u0686\u0648\u0628\u0647\u0654 \u0633\u0648\u0632\u0627\u0646\u0650 \u0645\u0646 \u0627\u0633\u062a.<\/p>\n \u062a\u0627\u0645\u0627\u0644\u06cc \u0646\u0626\u0648\u06af\u06cc<\/strong>\u060c \u0647\u0646\u062f<\/p>\n \u062a\u0631\u062c\u0645\u0647: \u0633\u067e\u06cc\u062f\u0647 \u0632\u0645\u0627\u0646\u06cc<\/p>\n Farsi translation: Sepideh Zamani<\/em><\/p>\n HISTORIA DUNHA ESPOSA FIEL<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Cando voaches a unha terra afastada de monta\u00f1as azuis, Ba\u00f1ada pola luz da ma\u00f1\u00e1, comezo o meu d\u00eda, Por\u00e9n aquela tarde, cando a gargallada do vento Tamali Neogi, India \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n ***<\/em><\/p>\n HIST\u00d3RIA DE UMA ESPOSA FIEL<\/strong><\/p>\n Quando voaste para uma terra distante de montanhas azuis, Banhada pela luz da manh\u00e3, come\u00e7o o meu dia, Onde h\u00e1 espa\u00e7o para a tristeza? TAMALI NEOGI,<\/strong> \u00cdndia<\/p>\n Portuguese translation: Carlos Ramos<\/em><\/p>\n ***<\/em><\/p>\n SC\u00c9AL NA MN\u00c1 D\u00cdLSE<\/strong><\/p>\n Nuair a bhailigh t\u00fa leat go dt\u00ed na t\u00edortha i gc\u00e9in,<\/p>\n N\u00edor shileas deora br\u00e9ige mar a dh\u00e9anann mn\u00e1 d\u00edlse,<\/p>\n N\u00edor ligeas orm f\u00e9in go raibh m\u00e9 ag cna\u00ed le cumha, Boladh bealla\u00ed Francach a chur ag briongl\u00f3ideach m\u00e9<\/p>\n Faoi bhlas do bheola agus an ghreim seirce<\/p>\n A thabharfadh t\u00fa abhaile mar bhronntanas chugam.<\/p>\n Chomh h\u00edon le sp\u00e9ir ghlanghorm, tosa\u00edm an l\u00e1,<\/p>\n Ag l\u00e1imhse\u00e1il na gcuimhn\u00ed cinn mar a l\u00e9ifinn tr\u00ed na Scriopt\u00fair Naofa<\/p>\n L\u00f3n deas le cairde, tr\u00e1thn\u00f3nta d\u00edmhaoine,<\/p>\n Sleamhna\u00edonn na laethanta thart ina gciaroscuro s\u00f3\u00fail.<\/p>\n N\u00ed bh\u00edonn locht ar an ngealach nuair a bh\u00edonn na r\u00e9alta\u00ed ag soilsi\u00fa,<\/p>\n D\u00fastrains\u00e9ir dom an uaigneas<\/p>\n Anseo sa Ph\u00e1rthas talmha\u00ed.<\/p>\n Ach th\u00e1inig an nuacht aniar aduaidh orm<\/p>\n Agus mh\u00fach na coinnle d\u2019aon smailc amh\u00e1in.<\/p>\n N\u00ed thugtar aird ar m\u2019achain\u00ed thruamh\u00e9alach<\/p>\n I bhfad uaim an snaidhm seirce<\/p>\n \u00c1 scaoileadh gan tr\u00f3caire.<\/p>\n O\u00edche ar\u00e9ir th\u00e1inig an mons\u00fan,<\/p>\n T\u00e1 s\u00e9 ag gleadhradh b\u00e1ist\u00ed \u00f3 shin,<\/p>\n N\u00e9alta br\u00f3in ag pl\u00fachadh mo chro\u00ed.<\/p>\n Is beag an faoiseamh a thugann na do chumra dom anois.<\/p>\n Bealla\u00ed Francach an ghr\u00e1 ag d\u00f3 ar an mbreocharn.<\/p>\n Tamali Neogi, AN India ***<\/p>\n RR\u00cbFIMI I NJ\u00cb GRUAJE BESNIKE<\/strong><\/p>\n Kur fluturove n\u00eb nj\u00eb tok\u00eb t\u00eb larg\u00ebt malesh blu,<\/p>\n nuk qava shum\u00eb si\u00e7 b\u00ebjn\u00eb grat\u00eb besnike,<\/p>\n nuk u zhyta n\u00eb vetmin\u00eb imagjinare si disa t\u00eb tjera,<\/p>\n sepse ti m\u00eb le arom\u00ebn e trupit t\u00ebnd.<\/p>\n Un\u00eb, n\u00eb folen\u00eb ton\u00eb n\u00eb maj\u00ebn e luleve t\u00eb verdha,<\/p>\n prisja kafshatat e vogla t\u00eb dashuris\u00eb<\/p>\n q\u00eb ende mund t\u00eb m\u2019i sillje ti.<\/p>\n E lar\u00eb n\u00eb drit\u00ebn e m\u00ebngjesit, e filloj dit\u00ebn time,<\/p>\n duke kthyer flet\u00ebt e shkrimeve t\u00eb shenjta; gjith\u00e7ka shkon mir\u00eb.<\/p>\n P\u00ebr drek\u00eb pres \u00e7do dit\u00eb miqt\u00eb,<\/p>\n n\u00eb pasditet e qeta, mendimet kryq\u00ebzohen me hije dhe drit\u00eb.<\/p>\n Kur yjet jan\u00eb fqinj\u00ebt e mi, kush mund t\u00eb grindet me h\u00ebn\u00ebn?<\/p>\n Mund\u00ebsia p\u00ebr t\u00eb qen\u00eb i trishtuar a ekziston?<\/p>\n Ret\u00eb m\u00eb m\u00ebsojn\u00eb t\u00eb fluturoj.<\/p>\n Por at\u00eb mbr\u00ebmje kur e qeshura e er\u00ebs hyri n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn time<\/p>\n dhe i p\u00ebrmbysi qirinjt\u00eb,<\/p>\n n\u00eb lutjet e mbr\u00ebmjes kuptova,<\/p>\n se larg meje, brinj\u00ebt e dashuris\u00eb sime,<\/p>\n po thyheshin pa m\u00ebshir\u00eb.<\/p>\n At\u00eb nat\u00eb ra shiu i par\u00eb i vitit<\/p>\n dhe q\u00eb nga ajo dit\u00eb, bie shi<\/p>\n p\u00ebr t\u00eb shkruar nj\u00eb lib\u00ebr t\u00eb t\u00ebr\u00eb me m\u00eb t\u00eb sinqertin trishtim.<\/p>\n Bukuria e qet\u00ebson paksa, zemr\u00ebn e shkret\u00eb,<\/p>\n turra ime e zjarrt\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb tashm\u00eb maja e lules me ngjyr\u00eb t\u00eb verdh\u00eb.<\/p>\n Tamali Neogi, Indi<\/strong><\/p>\n Albanian translation: Irma Kurti<\/em><\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \u062d\u064a\u0646 \u062d\u0644\u0651\u0642\u062a\u064e \u0645\u0628\u062a\u0639\u062f\u064b\u0627 \u0639\u0646\u064a \u0625\u0644\u0649 \u0623\u0631\u0636 \u0627\u0644\u062c\u0628\u0627\u0644 \u0627\u0644\u0632\u0631\u0642\u0627\u0621 \u0641\u064a \u0639\u0634\u0651\u0646\u0627 \u0627\u0644\u0639\u0627\u0644\u064a \u0639\u0644\u0649 \u0642\u0645\u0629\u0650 \u0634\u062c\u0631\u0629\u0650 \u0627\u0644\u0644\u0627\u0628\u0648\u0631\u0646\u0648\u0645 \u0623\u0628\u062f\u0623 \u064a\u0648\u0645\u064a \u0645\u063a\u062a\u0633\u0644\u0629 \u0628\u0636\u0648\u0621 \u0627\u0644\u0635\u0628\u0627\u062d \u0644\u0643\u0646 \u0641\u064a \u062a\u0644\u0643 \u0627\u0644\u0644\u064a\u0644\u0629\u060c \u062d\u064a\u0646 \u062a\u0633\u0631\u0628\u062a \u0642\u0647\u0642\u0647\u0627\u062a \u0627\u0644\u0631\u064a\u062d \u0627\u0644\u0649 \u063a\u0631\u0641\u062a\u064a \u0648\u0642\u0644\u0628\u062a \u0634\u0645\u0648\u0639\u064a \u0641\u064a \u062a\u0644\u0643 \u0627\u0644\u0644\u064a\u0644\u0629 \u0647\u0637\u0644\u062a\u0652 \u0623\u0648\u0644 \u0623\u0645\u0637\u0627\u0631 \u0627\u0644\u0633\u0646\u0629 \u0634\u0639\u0631: \u062a\u0627\u0645\u0627\u0644\u064a \u0646\u064a\u0648\u063a\u064a – \u0627\u0644\u0647\u0646\u062f<\/strong> Arab translation: Adel Khozam<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n ***<\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u098f\u0995<\/em><\/strong> \u09ac\u09bf\u09b6\u09cd\u09ac\u09b8\u09cd\u09a4<\/em><\/strong> \u09b8\u09cd\u09a4\u09cd\u09b0\u09c0\u09b0<\/em><\/strong> \u0997\u09b2\u09cd\u09aa<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u09af\u0996\u09a8<\/em> \u09a4\u09c1\u09ae\u09bf<\/em> \u099a\u09b2\u09c7\u0987<\/em> \u0997\u09c7\u09b2\u09c7<\/em> \u09a6\u09c2\u09b0\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u0990<\/em> \u09a8\u09c0\u09b2<\/em> \u09aa\u09be\u09b9\u09be\u09dc\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u09a6\u09c7\u09b6\u09c7<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u0986\u09ae\u09bf<\/em> \u098f\u0995\u099f\u09c1\u0993<\/em> \u0995\u09be\u0981\u09a6\u09bf\u09a8\u09bf<\/em>, <\/em>\u09ac\u09bf\u09b6\u09cd\u09ac\u09b8\u09cd\u09a4<\/em> \u09ac\u09cc\u09a6\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u09ae\u09a4\u09cb<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u09a4\u09be\u09a6\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u0995\u09be\u09b0\u09cb<\/em> \u0995\u09be\u09b0\u09cb<\/em> \u09ae\u09a4\u09cb<\/em> \u0994\u09aa\u09a8\u09cd\u09af\u09be\u09b8\u09bf\u0995<\/em> \u098f\u0995\u09be\u0995\u09c0\u09a4\u09cd\u09ac\u09c7\u0993<\/em> \u09ad\u09c1\u0997\u09bf\u09a8\u09bf<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u0995\u09be\u09b0\u09a3<\/em>, <\/em>\u09a4\u09c1\u09ae\u09bf<\/em> \u09a4\u09cb\u09ae\u09be\u09b0<\/em> \u0997\u09be\u09df\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u0997\u09a8\u09cd\u09a7<\/em> \u09ab\u09c7\u09b2\u09c7<\/em> \u0997\u09bf\u09df\u09c7\u099b\u09bf\u09b2\u09c7<\/em> \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u09b0<\/em> \u0995\u09be\u099b\u09c7\u0964<\/em><\/p>\n \u0986\u09ae\u09bf<\/em> \u0985\u09ae\u09b2\u09a4\u09be\u09b8<\/em> \u0997\u09be\u099b\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u0993\u09aa\u09b0<\/em> \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u09a6\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u099b\u09cb\u099f\u09cd\u099f<\/em> \u09ac\u09be\u09b8\u09be\u09df<\/em> \u0985\u09aa\u09c7\u0995\u09cd\u09b7\u09be<\/em> \u0995\u09b0\u09c7\u099b\u09bf<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u09ad\u09b2\u09cb\u09ac\u09be\u09b8\u09be\u09b0<\/em> \u099b\u09cb\u099f<\/em> \u099b\u09cb\u099f<\/em> \u099f\u09c1\u0995\u09b0\u09cb\u0997\u09c1\u09b2\u09cb\u09b0<\/em> \u099c\u09a8\u09cd\u09af<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u09af\u09be<\/em> \u09a4\u09c1\u09ae\u09bf<\/em> \u09ac\u09b9\u09c7<\/em> \u0986\u09a8\u09ac\u09c7\u0964<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u09ad\u09cb\u09b0\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u0986\u09b2\u09cb\u09df<\/em> \u09b8\u09cd\u09a8\u09be\u09a8<\/em> \u0995\u09b0\u09c7<\/em>, <\/em>\u09b6\u09c1\u09b0\u09c1<\/em> \u09b9\u09a4\u09cb<\/em> \u098f\u0995<\/em> \u098f\u0995\u099f\u09be<\/em> \u09a6\u09bf\u09a8<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u09a4\u09be\u09b0\u09aa\u09b0<\/em> \u09aa\u09ac\u09bf\u09a4\u09cd\u09b0<\/em> \u0989\u09aa\u09be\u09b8\u09a8\u09be<\/em>; <\/em>\u09b8\u09ac\u09be\u09b0<\/em> \u09ad\u09be\u09b2\u09cb<\/em> \u09b9\u09cb\u0995\u0964<\/em><\/p>\n \u09ac\u09a8\u09cd\u09a7\u09c1\u09a6\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u09b8\u0999\u09cd\u0997\u09c7<\/em> \u09b0\u09cb\u09a6\u09cd\u09a6\u09c1\u09b0<\/em> \u09ae\u09c7\u0996\u09c7<\/em> \u09ae\u09a7\u09cd\u09af\u09be\u09b9\u09cd\u09a8\u09ad\u09cb\u099c<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u0985\u09b2\u09b8<\/em> \u09a6\u09c1\u09aa\u09c1\u09b0\u09c7<\/em> \u0986\u09b2\u09cb<\/em> \u099b\u09be\u09df\u09be<\/em> \u09a6\u09bf\u09df\u09c7<\/em> \u0995\u09be\u099f\u09be\u0995\u09c1\u099f\u09bf<\/em> \u0996\u09c7\u09b2\u09c7<\/em> \u0997\u09c7\u099b\u09c7<\/em> \u099a\u09bf\u09a8\u09cd\u09a4\u09be\u09b0\u09be\u0964<\/em><\/p>\n \u09a8\u0995\u09cd\u09b7\u09a4\u09cd\u09b0\u09b0\u09be<\/em> \u09af\u0996\u09a8<\/em> \u09aa\u09cd\u09b0\u09a4\u09bf\u09ac\u09c7\u09b6\u09c0<\/em>, <\/em>\u099a\u09be\u0981\u09a6\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u09b8\u0999\u09cd\u0997\u09c7<\/em> \u099d\u0997\u09dc\u09be<\/em> \u09a4\u0996\u09a8<\/em> \u0995\u09c7<\/em> \u0995\u09b0\u09c7<\/em>?<\/em><\/p>\n \u09ae\u09c7\u0998<\/em> \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u0995\u09c7<\/em> \u0989\u09dc\u09a4\u09c7<\/em> \u09b6\u09bf\u0996\u09bf\u09df\u09c7\u099b\u09bf\u09b2<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u0995\u09b7\u09cd\u099f\u09c7\u09b0<\/em> \u09b8\u09cd\u09a5\u09be\u09a8<\/em> \u0995\u09cb\u09a5\u09be\u09df<\/em>?<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n \u0995\u09bf\u09a8\u09cd\u09a4\u09c1<\/em> \u09b8\u09c7\u0987<\/em> \u09ac\u09bf\u0995\u09c7\u09b2\u09c7<\/em> \u09af\u0996\u09a8<\/em> \u09b9\u09a0\u09be\u09ce<\/em> \u099d\u09cb\u09dc\u09cb<\/em> \u09ac\u09be\u09a4\u09be\u09b8<\/em> \u09aa\u09cd\u09b0\u09ac\u09c7\u09b6<\/em> \u0995\u09b0\u09b2\u09cb<\/em> \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u09b0<\/em> \u0998\u09b0\u09c7<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u09a8\u09bf\u09ad\u09bf\u09df\u09c7<\/em> \u09a6\u09bf\u09b2\u09cb<\/em> \u0986\u09ae\u09be\u09b0<\/em> \u0986\u09b2\u09cb<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n \u09b8\u09a8\u09cd\u09a7\u09cd\u09af\u09be\u0995\u09be\u09b2\u09c0\u09a8<\/em> \u0989\u09aa\u09be\u09b8\u09a8\u09be\u09df<\/em> \u0986\u09ae\u09bf<\/em> \u09ac\u09c1\u099d\u09c7\u099b\u09bf\u09b2\u09be\u09ae<\/em>,<\/em><\/p>\n
\nfor you left your body odour with me.<\/p>\n
\nno llor\u00e9 amargamente como las esposas fieles,
\nno me entregu\u00e9 a la soledad fingida como algunas,
\npues dejaste conmigo el olor de tu cuerpo.
\nYo, en nuestro nido sobre la copa del laburno,
\nesperaba los peque\u00f1os bocados de amor
\nque pudieras traerme.<\/p>\n
\nhojeando las sagradas escrituras; que todo est\u00e9 bien.
\nPara almorzar a diario esperando a los amigos,
\nen tardes perezosas, trenzando los pensamientos con luz y sombra.
\nCuando las estrellas son vecinas, \u00bfqui\u00e9n podr\u00eda pelearse con la luna?
\n\u00bfD\u00f3nde hay espacio para la tristeza?
\nLas nubes me ense\u00f1an a volar.<\/p>\n
\nentr\u00f3 en mi habitaci\u00f3n y volc\u00f3 mis velas,
\nen las oraciones vespertinas comprend\u00ed
\nque, lejos de m\u00ed, las costillas de mi amor
\nse romp\u00edan sin piedad.
\nAquella noche lleg\u00f3 la primera lluvia del a\u00f1o
\ny desde ese d\u00eda la lluvia cae
\npara escribir un libro entero de sincera tristeza.
\nLa belleza alivia poco el coraz\u00f3n desolado,
\nla copa del laburno es ahora mi pira ardiente.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Spanish translation: Germain Droogenbroodt & Rafael Carcel\u00e9n<\/em><\/p>\n
\nhuilde ik niet hevig zoals trouwe echtgenotes dat doen,
\nzoals sommigen gaf me niet aan gefingeerde eenzaamheid over,
\nwant je liet je lichaamsgeur bij mij achter.<\/p>\n
\nwachtte ik op een handvol liefde
\ndat je misschien voor mij zou meebrengen.<\/p>\n
\nbladerend door heilige geschriften; alles zij goed.
\nElke dag wacht ik op vrienden voor de lunch,
\nin luie middagen tekenen gedachten kruislings licht en schaduw.
\nAls sterren je buren zijn, wie zou dan ruzie maken met de maan?
\nWaar is de mogelijkheid om verdrietig te zijn?
\nWolken leren me vliegen.<\/p>\n
\nen mijn kaarsen omvergooide,
\nbegreep ik tijdens het avondgebed
\ndat ver van mij vandaan, de ribben van mijn liefde
\ngenadeloos werden gebroken.
\nDie nacht kwam de eerste regen van het jaar
\nen vanaf die dag valt er regen
\nom een heel boek vol oprechte droefheid te schrijven.
\nSchoonheid verzacht weinig, boven de goudenregen,
\nis mijn verlaten hart nu een brandende brandstapel geworden.<\/p>\n
\nVertaling: Germain Droogenbroodt<\/em><\/p>\n
\nje n\u2019ai pas pleur\u00e9 avec force comme le font de fid\u00e8les \u00e9pouses,
\nje ne me suis pas comme certaines adonn\u00e9 \u00e0 un isolement feint,
\ncar tu m\u2019avais laiss\u00e9 l\u2019odeur de ton corps.<\/p>\n
\nj\u2019attendais une poign\u00e9e d\u2019amour
\nque tu m\u2019apporterais peut-\u00eatre.<\/p>\n
\nfeuilletant les livres saints\u00a0; que tout aille pour le mieux.
\nTous les jours j\u2019attends des amis pour le lunch,
\ndans les apr\u00e8s-midis oisifs des pens\u00e9es m\u00e9langent ombre et lumi\u00e8re.
\nSi les \u00e9toiles sont vos voisines, qui donc se f\u00e2cherait avec la lune ?
\nO\u00f9 est la possibilit\u00e9 d\u2019\u00eatre triste ?
\nLes nuages m\u2019apprennent \u00e0 voler.<\/p>\n
\net renvers\u00e9 mes bougies,
\nj\u2019ai compris pendant la pri\u00e8re du soir
\nque loin de moi, les c\u00f4tes de mon amour
\navaient \u00e9t\u00e9 bris\u00e9es, sans piti\u00e9.
\nCette nuit l\u00e0 est venue la premi\u00e8re pluie de l\u2019ann\u00e9e
\net depuis ce jour la pluie tombe
\npour \u00e9crire un livre entier de vraie tristesse.
\nLa beaut\u00e9 adoucit peu, au-dessus du cytise,
\nmon c\u0153ur abandonn\u00e9 est \u00e0 pr\u00e9sent un b\u00fbcher br\u00fblant.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Traduction Germain Droogenbroodt \u2013 Elisabeth Gerlache<\/em><\/p>\n
\nweinte ich nicht bitterlich, wie treue Frauen es tun,
\nergab mich keiner erfundenen Einsamkeit, wie manche es tun,
\ndenn du lie\u00dfest deinen K\u00f6rperduft bei mir zur\u00fcck.
\nIch, in unserem Nest auf der Goldregenkrone,
\nerwartete die kleinen Bissen der Liebe,
\ndie du mir vielleicht bringen w\u00fcrdest.<\/p>\n
\nbl\u00e4ttere in den Bl\u00e4ttern heiliger Schriften; alles wird gut sein.
\nZum Mittag erwarte ich t\u00e4glich Freunde,
\nin tr\u00e4gen Nachmittagen ziehen Gedanken
\nein Kreuz und Quer aus Licht und Schatten.
\nWenn die Sterne meine Nachbarn sind,
\nwer k\u00f6nnte sich mit dem Mond streiten?
\nWo bliebe da Raum f\u00fcr Traurigkeit?
\nDie Wolken lehren mich zu fliegen.<\/p>\n
\nin mein Zimmer eindrang
\nund meine Kerzen umst\u00fcrzte,
\nverstand ich im Abendgebet:
\nfern von mir wurden die Rippen meiner Liebe
\nerbarmungslos gebrochen.
\nIn dieser Nacht fiel der erste Regen des Jahres,
\nund seit jenem Tag f\u00e4llt Regen,
\num ein ganzes Buch ungeheuchelten Schmerzes zu schreiben.
\nSch\u00f6nheit tr\u00f6stet kaum das verlassene Herz,
\ndie Goldregenkrone ist nun mein brennender Scheiterhaufen.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>\u00dcbersetzung Germain Droogenbroodt<\/em><\/p>\n
\nperch\u00e8 il profumo del tuo corpo era ancora accanto a me.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Traducci\u00f3 al catal\u00e0: Natalia Fern\u00e1ndez D\u00edaz-Cabal<\/em><\/p>\n
\nnon chorei amargamente como as esposas fieis,
\nnon me entreguei \u00e1 soidade finxida como algunhas,
\npois deixaches comigo o olor do teu corpo.
\nEu, no noso ni\u00f1o sobre a copa do laburno,
\nesperaba os pequenos bocados de amor
\nque puideras traerme.<\/p>\n
\nfolleando as sagradas escrituras; que todo estea ben.
\nPara almorzar a diario esperando aos amigos,
\nen tardes preguiceiras, trenzando os pensamentos con luz e sombra.
\nCando as estrelas son veci\u00f1as, quen poder\u00eda pelexarse coa L\u00faa?
\nOnde hai espazo para a tristeza?
\nAs nubes ens\u00ednanme a voar.<\/p>\n
\nentrou na mi\u00f1a habitaci\u00f3n e envorcou as mi\u00f1as candeas,
\nnas oraci\u00f3ns vespertinas comprend\u00edn
\nque, afastado de min, as costelas do meu amor
\nromp\u00edanse sen piedade.
\nAquela noite chegou a primeira choiva do ano
\ne dende ese d\u00eda a choiva cae
\npara escribir un libro enteiro de sincera tristeza.
\nA beleza alivia pouco o coraz\u00f3n desolado,
\na copa do laburno \u00e9 agora a mi\u00f1a pira ardente.<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Traduci\u00f3n ao galego por Laura Paz Fentanes<\/em><\/p>\n
\nn\u00e3o chorei amargamente como as esposas fi\u00e9is,
\nn\u00e3o me entreguei \u00e0 solid\u00e3o fingida como algumas,
\npois deixaste comigo o cheiro do teu corpo.
\nEu, no nosso ninho sobre a copa do laburno,
\nesperava os pequenos bocados de amor
\nque pudesses trazer-me.<\/p>\n
\nfolheando as escrituras sagradas; para que tudo esteja bem.
\nAo almo\u00e7o, diariamente \u00e0 espera dos amigos,
\nem tardes pregui\u00e7osas, entran\u00e7ando os pensamentos com luz e sombra.
\nQuando as estrelas s\u00e3o vizinhas, quem poderia discutir com a lua?<\/p>\n
\nAs nuvens ensinam-me a voar.
\nMas naquela tarde, quando a gargalhada do vento
\nentrou no meu quarto e derrubou as minhas velas,
\nnas ora\u00e7\u00f5es do entardecer compreendi
\nque, longe de mim, as costelas do meu amor
\nse partiam sem piedade.
\nNessa noite chegou a primeira chuva do ano
\ne, desde esse dia, a chuva cai
\npara escrever um livro inteiro de tristeza sincera.
\nA beleza pouco alivia o cora\u00e7\u00e3o desolado,
\na copa do laburno \u00e9 agora a minha pira ardente.<\/p>\n
\nmar gur fh\u00e1g t\u00fa boladh do cholainne ar bhraill\u00edn\u00ed na leapa,<\/p>\n
\n<\/strong>Translation by Ruaidhri Breathnach<\/em><\/p>\n
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