قصة قصيرة للشاعر و الأديب حسين الباز ( ضجيج. ضوء )
ترجمة الدكتور سعدي الخالدي
ترجمة الدكتور سعدي الخالدي
..أسدل عليه الستائر،،يحب النور معاقرة الظلام لينطفئ،ضجيج مكرومغناطيسي يتسرب لأذنيه،، كان شعاع ضوء خافت يعبر شق نافذته،، أخذ يتقلب بين الروح و الجسد،، فقد البوصلة إلى روحها..!
_تعري لأراك موطني..! (قال لها)
_ لا موطن بصدرك لجسدي.!(ردت عليه)
_ لا موطن بصدرك لجسدي.!(ردت عليه)
..العشق جسد ممتد على سرير، يأوي الرعشة، ينبض القلب،يطيل عمر الوقت، دائم العطش، يهوى الهمس و اللمس ...!
.. ضوء متسرب لضميره،، خفقان أشرعة العرف تتدلى،، يجذف للريح بأجنحة متكسرة،، على رضابه انتحر الكلام موجة لليم،، أضاع شفاهها..!
..غرف سرمدية بنوافذ للأمل مشرعة،، و لا يبزغ منها غير ضجيج أمس،، كل الأقدار مترصدة، واقفة دونما كلل،لا تعبق باليائس، بالمنتحر، بالفاشل، تقف له سدا منيعا،، تقلب مواجعه، تفتح الأبواب غرة،، يمر من يمر، و تقفل..!
..ما يعكر صفو الضمير فهو ضجيج،، و لو كان خرم ضوء من عتمة إبرة..!
_حسين الباز/المغرب_
Short story
By Houssain Elbaz
Translated by Dr. Saadi Alkhalidi
By Houssain Elbaz
Translated by Dr. Saadi Alkhalidi
(Noise light )
The curtains have been come down ,light adores the addiction of darkness ,so as to put the hubbub of micro-magnetic out , that seeps to his ears .... it was a dim light beam crosses his window's slit .....keeps fluctuating between the spirit and body...lost the compass to her soul .
( Strip in order to see you my home ) told her .... no home in your chest to my body ... answered him .
Adoration is a body lying on bed ، sheltered the shiver , heart beats ،extends the life of time, constants thirst ,likes the whisper and touch .
Leaked light to his conscience ,the palpitation of traditional sails sags,
Blasphemes for the wind by broken wings, on his spittle the talk suicided as a wave of the sea ,lost her lips.
Timeless rooms with opened windows for hope ,do not dawn from which only the hubbub of yesterday,all the predestination are being premeditated ,standing tirelessly , do not bother with despair ,himself killer ,or failed ,stand him bulwark،stir his woes ,open the doors unawares , passes whoever passes then close .
What disturbs the conscience is noise ,even it was perforate of light from the darkness of the needle.
The curtains have been come down ,light adores the addiction of darkness ,so as to put the hubbub of micro-magnetic out , that seeps to his ears .... it was a dim light beam crosses his window's slit .....keeps fluctuating between the spirit and body...lost the compass to her soul .
( Strip in order to see you my home ) told her .... no home in your chest to my body ... answered him .
Adoration is a body lying on bed ، sheltered the shiver , heart beats ،extends the life of time, constants thirst ,likes the whisper and touch .
Leaked light to his conscience ,the palpitation of traditional sails sags,
Blasphemes for the wind by broken wings, on his spittle the talk suicided as a wave of the sea ,lost her lips.
Timeless rooms with opened windows for hope ,do not dawn from which only the hubbub of yesterday,all the predestination are being premeditated ,standing tirelessly , do not bother with despair ,himself killer ,or failed ,stand him bulwark،stir his woes ,open the doors unawares , passes whoever passes then close .
What disturbs the conscience is noise ,even it was perforate of light from the darkness of the needle.
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