Neshani (Sohrab Sepehri)

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I was fortunate enough to find a print of a painting of this Sepehri poem when I was going through the old things I had carefully preserved in my grandmother’s house in the third grade. I had a series of these prints. Each illustrated a few verses from modern Persian poetry, and I was unusually attached to them.

Where is the home of the friend?
Calligraphy and painting by Seddigh (1995) – (خط و نقاشي اجراء صديق (١٣٧٤

نشاني

“خانه دوست كجاست؟” در فلق بود كه پرسيد سوار.
آسمان مكثي كرد.
رهگذر شاخه نوري كه به لب داشت به تاريكي شن‌ها بخشيد
و به انگشت نشان داد سپيداري و گفت:

“نرسيده به درخت،
كوچه باغي است كه از خواب خدا سبزتر است
و در آن عشق به اندازه پرهاي صداقت آبي است
مي‌روي تا ته آن كوچه كه از پشت بلوغ، سر به در مي‌آرد،
پس به سمت گل تنهايي مي‌پيچي،
دو قدم مانده به گل،
پاي فواره جاويد اساطير زمين مي‌ماني
و تو را ترسي شفاف فرا مي‌گيرد.
در صميميت سيال فضا، خش‌خشي مي‌شنوي:
كودكي مي‌بيني
رفته از كاج بلندي بالا، جوجه بردارد از لانه نور
و از او مي‌پرسي
خانه دوست كجاست.”

- سهراب سپهری
(حجم سبز ١٣٤٦)

Adress1

“Where is the home of the friend?”2
Asked the rider at dawn.
The sky stood still.
The passerby bequeathed
the branch of light he held to his lips
to the darkness of sands
and pointed to a poplar and said:

“Before the tree,
there is garden lane greener than God’s dream
where love is as blue as the wings of fidelity.
Go on till that alley which emerges from maturity,
then turn to the flower of loneliness,
two steps before the flower
remain at the foot of the eternal fountain of earthly legends
where a transparent fear overtakes you.
In the flowing sincerity of the space, you hear a rustling
A child you see
has climbed a tall pine, to take a chick from the nest of light
and you ask him
where is the home of the friend?”

Notes: I’ve written earlier about the challenge of translating old Persian poems where the meaning is carried in the form of the couplets, as well as in the cultural/historical/religious symbolism used. Modern persian poetry tends to be more abstract and encompassing in meaning. As well, the poems are frequently in free verse, so there is no meter and no rhyme to be concerned with.

Nonetheless, it can be exceptionally difficult to translate because to compensate for not relying on broader symbolism in verses; these poems rely on the ambiguity of words, even tenses to convey meaning. So while there is no rhyme, the poems often contain alliterative elements. For example in “bodhi” Sepehri uses budan (and verbs budam/budi/bud) which means to be, to exist in Persian in corroboration with the bodhi and buddha in the last verse har budi buda shodeh bud. These alliterative elements create images that transcend what is said literally.

1Neshani literally means adress in persian, however the word can also mean “indication” stemming from the root neshan (noun:sign, point, verb:to show).
2This line is very famous and is often translated as “Where is the friend’s house?” or “Où est la maison de mon ami?” in French as it was in the title of the brilliant & tragic film by Abbas Kiarostami. However, I felt that “the friend’s home” was much choppier than it should be. “Where is the home of the friend?” is more in line with the original verse “Khane-ye (home of) doost (friend) kojast (where is)?” as Persian does not use possessive nouns that English does, possesion appears before the possesor in a sentence and is indicated by of. As well, this gives a sense of ambiguity in reference to the “friend” that the other construction lacks.

On a final note, there is a georgeous site up dedicated to the works of Sohrab Sepehri by someone who “loves Sohrab”. It’s an incredible collection of all his paintings, writings and poetry (in English/en Français).

- Marzieh Ghiasi

Bodhi (Sohrab Sepehri)

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buddha

bodhi

آنی بود، درها وا شده بود.
برگی نه، شاخی نه، باغ فنا پيدا شده بود.
مرغان مکان خاموش، اين خاموش، آن خاموش. خاموشی گويا شده بود.
آن پهنه چه بود: با ميشی، گرگی همپا شده بود.
نقش صدا کم رنگ، نقش ندا کم رنگ، پرده مگر تا شده بود؟
من رفته، او رفته، ما بی ما شده بود.
زيبائی تنها شده بود.
هررودی، دريا،
هر بودی، بودا شده بود.

سهراب سپهری -


Each river, a sea,
Each bodhi, a buddha had become.

*Image source unknown.

- Marzieh Ghiasi

Yousef e Gomgashteh/Lost Joseph

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يوسف گم گشته (حافظ)
كلبه‏ء احزان شود روزي گلستان غم مخور
وين سر شوريده باز آيد به سامان غم مخور
چتر گل در سركشي اي مرغ خوشخوان غم مخور
دائما يكسان نباشد حال دوران غم مخور
باشد اندر پرده بازيهاي پنهان غم مخور
چون ترا نوح است كشتي‏بان ز طوفان غم مخور
سر زنشها گر كند خار مغيلان غم‏
هيچ راهي نيست كانرا نيست پايان غم مخور
جمله ميداند خداي حال گردان غم مخور
تابود وردت دعا و درس قرآن غم مخور
يوسف گم گشته باز آيد به كنعان غم مخور
اي دل غمديده حالت به شود دل بد مكن
گر بهار عمر باشد باز بر تخت چمن
دور گردون گر دو روزي بر مراد ما نرفت
هان مشو نوميد چون واقف نئي از سر غيب
اي دل ار سيل فنابنياد هستي بر كند
در بيابان گر به شوق كعبه خواهي زد قدم
گر چه منزل بس خطرناك است و مقصد بس بعيد
حال ما در فرقت جانان و ابرام رقيب
حافظا در كنج فقر و خلوت شبهاي تار




Lost Jospeh (Hafez)
Your lost Joseph will return to Canaan, do not grieve
This house of sorrows will become a garden, do not grieve

Oh grieving heart, you will mend do not despair
This frenzied mind will return to calm, do not grieve

When the spring of life again sets in the meadows
A crown of flowers you will bear, singing bird, do not grieve

If these turning epochs do not move with our will today
The spheres of time are not constant, do not grieve

Lose hope not, for awareness cannot perceive the concealed
Behind the curtains hidden scenes play, do not grieve

Oh heart, should a flood of destruction engulf the world
If Noah is at your helm, do not grieve

As you step through the desert in desire of Ka’aba
The thorns may reproach you, do not grieve

Home may be perilous and destination out of reach
But there are no paths without an end, do not grieve

Our state in separation from friends and with demands of foes
The divine who turns circumstance knows all, do not grieve

Hafez, in the corner of poverty and loneliness of dark nights
Until your words echo prayers and lessons of Quran, do not grieve.


*References used: Ganjoor collection of poetry & Dehkhoda’s Loghatnameh.
*Photo Source: AP Photo/Ben Curtis

*Note: I tried to make this translation verbatim and minimize interpretation, however Hafez poems are very challenging to ‘translate’ because (a) a large part of the meaning of his poems are carried implicitly in the rhyme and structure of the couplets (b) many of the words Hafez uses have a multitude of meanings for which there is no single English equivalent, so any translation is much more simplistic than the original poem.

- Marzieh Ghiasi

The Children of Adam

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Just so that everyone can join in while I bask in happiness, I finally found the full song to a 5 second clip, which I had been looking for for a while. He’s singing the Saadi poem “Bani Adam”… Habib has an amazing voice, he really does justice to the whole three lines of the poem.

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“The children of Adam are the limbs of one body
That share an origin in their creation
When one limb passes its days in pain
The other limbs cannot remain easy
You who feel no pain at the suffering of others
It is not fitting for you to be called human.”

- Marzieh Ghiasi
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