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    Poem w/translation کلاس درس خالی مانده از تو- هیلا صدیقی

     

    A student Poem,with translation: کلاس درس خالی مانده از تو- هیلا صدیقی

     

    Translated by: http://wp.me/pDjBz-v7

    The Class is Empty without Your Presence

    By: Hila Sedighi

    It is a rainy autumn day.
    The sky is about to burst
    into tears
    as if a cloud
    is kneeling to pray
    to the summers heat.
    The school smells of the alphabet
    The bells ring loud to declare our first recess
    Our unsanctioned laughter and our naive joy
    was met with constant rage and slander
    These were our youth days!
    It is autumn and the school re-opens.
    I am filled with moments and memories in this classroom where you are no more.
    I sit there at your desk that is topped with perished flower petals.
    It is autumn and I am so full of rain
    It is autumn and I am so full of rain
    I am imprisoned by my own rage.
    What a beautiful tomorrow we dreamed of
    It is all in vain now.
    What great times and what dreams we passed
    searching for a re-awakening.
    Me and you!
    We were the generation that was not allowed to fly.
    Me and you!
    We were the generation that could not fly!
    Enslaved in the claws of the vulture-
    the same vulture who shot you in front of my eyes, with its sharp claws!
    The same vulture who shot you in front of my eyes with its sharp claws!
    All our dreams died,
    and separated our hands of friendship.
    You drank the poison of death,
    and you left me suddenly.
    I now swear to to the tears that roll down a mothers face
    And I swear to our eternal ideas
    And I swear to each drop of blood of love
    And I swear to the burning hearts in chains
    My heart shattered in a hundred pieces that fell to the ground
    The sorrow cut my heart into a hundred pieces.
    Tell me
    Tell me if you are happy where you are.
    Are you free in the other world?
    Do yo still remember our younger years?
    Do you still love your country?
    [cheers]
    Tell me, are there no perverts where you are?
    Is the fate of trees indebted to axes?
    Do they not steal your conscious over there?
    Do they not rape your pride over there?
    [cheers]
    Are there signs of unknown graves where you are?
    Do you hear the cries of the mothers?
    Recite with me, recite with me
    We shared our pains, our generation, and our way
    Recite my poem with sorrow and sigh
    Again,
    it is the beginning of autumn
    The sky is about to burst into tears
    I am left with an empty chair where you used to sit
    I am left with an empty chair where you used to sit
    And the perished flowers on your desk.

    Source: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ANmCoLpeFSo

     

     

     




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