حسن حجازي
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ترجمة للإنجليزية
حسن حجازي
مصر
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في ملاجئ البراءة.
آمال عواد رضوان (فاسطين).
نحْنُ مَنْ تَلاشَينا
مُنْذُ أَنْ
هَبَطْنا
مِنْ جَنَّتِنا
أَقَدَرٌ أَنْ نظلَّ نَتَهاوى
إلى غابَةٍ مُلَوَّثةٍ بِالحَرْبِ وَالعِصْيانِ؟
أَكَأنَّما نَحِنُّ لِرَحْمَةٍ طرَدَتْنا
حينَ عَصينا المَعْرِفَة؟!
أَوْ
كَأَنَّما ظِلالَنا بَعْدُ
ما تدَرَّبَتْ عَلى المَشْيِ حافِيَة ً
عَلى
مَساكِبِ الأَشْواكِ؟
أَما عَرَفَتْ عَثَراتُنا
كَيْفَ تَنْهَلُ الأَلَمَ مِنْ مَنابِعِهِ
أما اسْتَطاعَتْ أنْ تلَوِّنَ المَنافِيَ
بِالوَجَع ِ.. بِالأَحْزانِ؟
نَمْضي حَزانى في عَياء ِ العَزاءِ
حُروفٌ مَجْروحَةٌ تتشَدَّقُ بعَذْبِ العَذابِ
وَالوَقْتُ يَعْدو إلَينا عَدْوَ عَدُوٍّ
يَرْمَحُ
عابِثًا برِماح ِ وَجْهِهِ الأَهْوَجَ
صَوْبَ مَرْقَصِِ المَوْتِ!
يَ
سْ
تَ
رْ
سِ
لُ
في وَحْشِيَّةِ رَقْصَتِهِ الشَّهِيَّةِ!
أَيَرْقُصُ نَدْبًا
عَلى آلام ِ الأَحْياء ِ المَوْتى؟
أَمْ يَطيبُ لَهُ العَزْفُ
عَلى
ناياتِ العَذارى؟
عَلى
هاماتِ اليَتامى والثَّكالى؟
أما حَنَّ الحَديدُ بَعْدُ؟
بلْ وَتبْرَعُ
تتلهَّى!
تَتَفَنَّنُ بِبَتْرِ أَعْناقِِ القُلوبِ
لِنَنْزِفَنا
عَلى
طُرُقاتِ الهَوامِشِِ
تَغْسِلُنا بِمُنْحَدَراتِها القاحِلَةِ
وَفي عُرْيِِ العَراءِ المَكْسُوِّ بِدِمائِنا
تُ
دَ
حْ
رِ
جُ
نَ
ا
مِنْ
عَلى
هاوِياتٍ مَرْهونةٍ
أَشْلاءَ بَشَر!
أَهُوَ الهَباءُ؟!
تجْمَعُنا المُفارَقاتُ
تَطْرَحُنا الضَّرَباتُ
لِتقاسِمَنا رَغيفَ الحَياةِ وَالوَطن!
يوصِدُ الأَسى أَقْفالَهُ
في مَلاجِئِ عُيونِ البَراءَةِ
يَشيبُ الصُّراخُ الأبْكَمُ
عَلى
أَفْواهِ طُفولَةٍ شابَها الهَلَعُ
وَسائِدُ الضَّحايا تَتَشَرَّبُ العَويلَ الأبْكَمَ
تُعانِقُ أرْواحَ أَحْلامٍ هارِبَةٍ
مِنْ نَواقيسَ فِرارٍ
إلى… كَوابيسَ اسْتِقْرار؟
أُمَّااااااااااهُ
جَوْقٌ مِنَ الشَّياطينِ
يَتَهافَتُ
عَلى سَحْقي…
عَلى تَمْزيقي…
لِمَ نَوافِذُ الرَّهْبَةِ مُشَرَّعَةٌ في مَنافِذِ الصُّمودِ؟
أَتَمُرُّ بِيَ رياحُ الرُّعْبِ
مِنْ آتِ وَحْشٍ
يُدَنِّسُ جَسَدي الطَّاهِرَ
يَعْصِفُني..
يَخْتَرِقُني..
بِفَوْضى الأبالِسَةِ؟!
العَتْمَة ُ
تَ
نْ
ثَ
ا
لُ
جَريحَةً
ثَقيلَةً
عَلى
أَشْباحِ المَساكين بِالرُّوحِ
عَلى
جُثَثِ الأحْياء!
أيا فَجْريَ السَّليبَ
آآآآآآآآآآآآآآهٍ
ما أَثْقَلَهُ الحُزْنَ!
دُروبُ المَوْتى تَتَعَثَّرُ بِقَناديلِ الظُّلْم ِالمُظْلِمَةِ
تَحْنو عَلَيْها.. بِقَسْوَتِها الرَّقيقةِ
تَقْتَنِصُ الأجْسادَ الضَّالَّةَ في غَياهِبِ الرُّعْبِ
بِكُتَلٍ مِنْ وَمْضٍ يَسْعُلُ
تُغْمَدُ في صَفْوَةِ صَفائِها سُيوفُ رَحْمَةٍ
اسْتَلَّتْها مِنْ غِمْدِ المَوْتِ
لِتَنوسَ ذُبالَةُ فَوانيسِ الارْتِياح!
ارْتِياح!؟
بَلْ راحَةٌ أَبَدِيَّةٌ!
الرُّوحُ
تَتَبَعْثَرُ
عَلى مُنْحَنى بَشَرِيَّةٍ
غ
ا
صَ
تْ
بِأَعْماقِ مُحيطِ اللاّشُعور
اسْتِغاثاتٌ تَضِجُّ في مَفارِقِ الحَياةِ والمَوْتِ
حَناجِرُ طُفولَةٍ تُمَزِّقُها سَلاسِلُ مَسْلولَة
وَفي رَنينِ القَوافِلِِ اللاّهِثةِ
تتَلَهَّفُ قَبائِلُ القَلَقِ السَّاهِمَةِ
أَنْ تُوارِيَ أَجْسادَ المَنْهوكينَ
في الهَرَبِ
في لحْدِ النّوْمِ المُؤَقَّتِ
لِتَبُلَّ ظَمَأَ الجُفون ِالمُعَذَّبَةِ بِـ
قَ
طَ
رَ
ا
تٍ
مِنْ نوْمٍ أَصَمَّ
لا يَسْمَعُ أزيزَ المَوْتِ الكَفيفِ!
أَتَنْهارُ سُدودُ الحَقيقَةِ
لِتنْقَلِبَ الأحْلامُ الخَضْراءُ مَرْتَعَ شِراكٍ؟
أَتُغْتالُ ظِباءُ المَنامِ؟
أَتَفْقِدُ رَحْمًا تَتَناسَلُ فيهِ أَجِنَّةُ الرَّحْمَةِ؟
لوْحَةٌ دَمَويَّةٌ تَجْري وَجَلا
تَصُبُّ
شَلاّلاتِ المَآسي في مَنابِع ِ الغُرْبَةِ
وَعَلى
ضِفافِ المَوْتِ
وحينَ يَجِنُّ اللَّيْلُ
تَتَجَنّى الصُّوَرُ في مُجونِ الجُنون!
التسميات: من كتاب “سلامي لك مطرا".
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In the resorts of Innocence
By :
Amael Awad Redwan
(Palestine)
Translated By
Hassan Hegazy
Egypt
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We , who , have been vanished away
since we descended from our paradise ,
Is it our fate to descend for ever
Into a forest polluted with war and rebellion ?
As if, to a mercy, we were driven away
When we disobeyed knowledge ?!
Or
As our shades after their training to walk bare footed
Over the resources of thorns ?
Did not our defeats know
how to extract pains from its deep resources ?
Could not they give color to banishment
With pains and sadness ?
we go into the pain of consolation Sad
wounded letters uttered foolishly with the sweet fatigue and sadness
And time running towards us like the running of an enemy
Hurrying fast and
playing lightly with spears of his reckless face
Towards the dance of death !
G
O
I
N
g
On the brutality of his tasteful dance !
Does he dance in a mournful manner
for the pains of those living-dead ?
Or did he like playing on the lutes of virgins ?
On the heads of the orphans and the bereaved victims ?
Has not iron got soften yet ?
But , you become cleverer
Playing absurdly !
Enjoy cutting the necks of hearts
to shed our bloods
On
the roads of margins
washing us with its dried falls
and on the nake of bareness that covered with our blood
That wrapped with our blood
D
R
A
G
G
I
N
g
Us
From falls , mortgaged
With the remains of humans !
Is it nothingness
Collecting our contrasts?
Strikes are pushing us down
To share us the loaf of life and our home- land !
Sorrow closes its locks
On the resorts of innocent eyes
The deaf cry gets too old
On the mouth of childhood that got frightened ,
Pillows of victims absorb the deaf, silent moaning
Embracing the soul of fugitive dreams
From escaped bells
To nightmare of settlement ?
Mother ….!!!!
Groups of devils
are flowing heavily
to crush me …
to tear me up…
why are the windows of horror opened into those of steadfastness ?
Do the winds of terror pass over me
From a coming beast
Staining
my pure body
me away .. storming
.. me penetrating
With the confusion of devils ?!
Darkness
F
A
L
L
s
wounded
heavy
on
the ghosts of the poor ,
the soul-sick people
who are tightly stick to
the bodies of the living !
You, my stolen dawn,
Ah !
How heavy is sadness !
The roads of dead are stumbling on the darkness lamps of injustice
To be kind ..with its soft cruelty
Hunting the lost bodies in the blackness of terror
With lumps of coughing that twinkle
Drawing out swords of mercy on her clearness
Extracting them out from the scabbard of death
To entertain the dirtiness of the lantern of satisfaction !
Satisfaction ?!
Or eternal resting !
The soul is scattering
On a curve of humanity
S
A
N
K
-In the deep ocean of unconsciousness
Calls for help , erupting in the corners of death and life
Larynxes of childhood that are torn by sharp chains
In the ringing of breathless fast caravans
The anxious tribes of worry are interested in burying their tired bodies
To escape in the grave of temporary sleep
To wet the thirst of the tortured eyelids by
D
R
O
P
S
From deaf sleep
Does not hear the fizzing of the blind death !
Will the dams of reality fall down ,
and the green dreams turn to be a land of deception ?
Will the gazelles of sleep be murdered ?
Losing a womb reproducing the fetus of mercy ?
A bloody painting is running fearfully,
pouring
waterfalls of crisis on the sources of alienation
And
on the banks of death
When night falls down
Pictures turned terribly to be upset
on the impudence of madness !
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From The book named :
“ My Greeting to you ….. is Rain “
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A brief autobiography about the poet
Amael Awad Redwan , a Palestinian poet
Her works :
- A glowing Almond-smile : poetic collection in 2005
- My greeting to you , raining : : poetic collection in 2007
- The winged sunshine : shared with Mohammed Helmy Al-Resha ( a poet ) in 2007
- Sea gulls from the nearest furthest sea : shared with Mohammed Helmy Al-Resha ( a poet ) in 2008
- Mahmoud Darweesh in green eyes : shared with Mohammed Helmy Al-Resha ( a poet ) in 2008
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