Federico Garcia Lorca

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‬

‫ﻓِﺪِﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭْﻛﺎ‬ ‫‪Federico Garcia Lorca‬‬ ‫>ﭼﻴﺰﻫﺎﻳﻲ ﻫﺴﺖ ﻛﻪ ﻧﻤﻲ ﺗﻮﺍﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺯﺑﺎﻥ ﺁﻭﺭﺩ‪ ,‬ﭼﺮﺍ ﻛﻪ ﻭﺍﮊﻩ ﺍﻱ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺑﻴﺎﻥ ﺁﻥ ﻫﺎ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﺩ‪ .‬ﺍﮔﺮ ﻫﻢ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺷﺪ‪,‬‬ ‫ﻛﺴﻲ ﻣﻌﻨﺎﻱ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭﻙ ﻧﻤﻲ ﻛﻨﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮ ﻧﺎﻥ ﻭ ﺁﺏ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺗﻮ ﺩﺭﺧﻮﺍﺳﺖ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭﻙ ﻣﻲ ﻛﻨﻲ‪ ...‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ ﺍﻳﻦ‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺖ ﻫﺎﻱ ﺗﻴﺮﻩ ﺍﻱ ﺭﺍ ﻛﻪ ﻗﻠﺐ ﻣﺮﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺗﻨﻬﺎﻳﻲ ﮔﺎﻩ ﻣﻲ ﺳﻮﺯﺍﻧﺪ ﻭ ﮔﺎﻩ ﻣﻨﺠﻤﺪ ﻣﻲ ﻛﻨﺪ‪ ,‬ﺩﺭﻙ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﻫﻲ ﻛﺮﺩ‪<.‬‬ ‫ﺷﺎﻋﺮ ﺩﺳﺘﮕﻴﺮ ﻣﻲ ﺷﻮﺩ‪ ,‬ﺑﺎﺯﺟﻮﻳﻲ ﻫﺎ ﺩﻭ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺍﺩﺍﻣﻪ ﻣﻲ ﻳﺎﺑﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺳﺮﺍﻧﺠﺎﻡ ﻧﻮﺯﺩﻫﻢ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺁﮔﻮﺳﺖ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻛﻪ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺍﺳﭙﺎﻧﻴﺎ ﺳﺮﺥ ﺗـﺮ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺷﺮﻳﺎﻥ ﺟﺎﺭﻱ ﻣﻲ ﺷﻮﺩ‪ ...‬ﺷﺎﻋﺮ ﺗﻴﺮﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﺍﺳﭙﺎﻧﻴﺎ ﺧﻮﻥ ﮔﺮﻳﺴﺖ ﺟﻬﺎﻥ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﻫﻤﻴﺸﻪ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺳﺖ ﺩﺍﺩ‪.‬‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻣﺮﺛﻴﻪ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ >ﺍﻳﮕﻨﺎﺳﻴﻮ ﺳﺎﻧﭽﺰ ﻣﺨﻴﺎﺱ<‬ ‫‪Ignacio Sanchez Mejias‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﻋﺰﻳﺰﻡ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﮑﺎﺭﻧﺎﺳﻴﻮﻥ ﻟﻮﭘﺲ ﺧﻮﻝﻭﺱ‬

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‫ﺯﺧﻢ ﻭ ﻣﺮﮒ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺳﺖ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﺴﺮﻱ ﭘﺎﺭﭼﻪﻱ ﺳﻔﻴﺪ ﺭﺍ ﺁﻭﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺪﻱ ﺁﻫﮏ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﭘﻴﺶ ﺁﻣﺎﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻗﻲ ﻫﻤﻪ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﻣﺮﮒ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺩ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺮﺩ ﺗﮑﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﭘﻨﺒﻪ ﺭﺍ ﻫﺮ ﺳﻮﻱ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺯﻧﮕﺎﺭ‪ ،‬ﺑﺬﺭ ِ ﻧﻴﮑﻞ ﻭ ﺑﺬﺭ ِ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﺍﻓﺸﺎﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻨﮏ ﺳﺘﻴﺰ ِ ﻳﻮﺯ ﻭ ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺭﺍﻧﻲ ﺑﺎ ﺷﺎﺧﻲ ﻣﺼﻴﺒﺖﺑﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﺎﻗﻮﺱﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﻭﺩ ﻭ ﺯﺭﻧﻴﺦ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺮﻧﺎﻱ ﺳﻮﮒ ﻭ ﻧﻮﺣﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺁﻏﺎﺯ ﮐﺮﺩﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﻫﺮ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ‪ ،‬ﺩﺳﺘﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺷﻲ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﮔﺎﻭ ﻧﺮ‪ ،‬ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺩﻝ ِ ﺑﺮﭘﺎﻱ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺮﻑ ﺧﻮﻱ ﮐﺮﺩ ﻭ ﻋﺮﻕ ﺑﺮ ﺗﻦ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﺶ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﻳُﺪ ﻓﺮﻭﭘﻮﺷﻴﺪ ﻳﮑﺴﺮ ﺳﻄﺢ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺮﮒ ﺩﺭ ﺯﺧﻢﻫﺎﻱ ﮔﺮﻡ ﺑﻴﻀﻪ ﮐﺮﺩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﻫﻴﭻ ﺑﻴﺶ ﻭ ﮐﻢ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺑﻮﺕ ﭼﺮﺧﺪﺍﺭﻱ ﺳﺖ ﺩﺭ ﺣﮑﻢ ﺑﺴﺘﺮﺵ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻲﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺍﺳﺘﺨﻮﺍﻥﻫﺎ ﺩﺭ ﮔﻮﺷﺶ ﻣﻲﻧﻮﺍﺯﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﮔﺎﻭ ِ ﻧﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻮﻳﺶ ﻧﻌﺮﻩ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﺩﺍﺷﺖ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺍﺗﺎﻕ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺣﺘﻀﺎﺭ ﻣﺮﮒ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺭﻧﮕﻴﻦ ﮐﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻗﺎﻧﻘﺮﺍﻳﺎ ﻣﻲﺭﺳﻴﺪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﻭﺭ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻮﻕ ِ ﺯﻧﺒﻖ ﺩﺭ ﮐﺸﺎﻟﻪﻱ ﺳﺒﺰ ِ ﺭﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﺧﻢﻫﺎ ﻣﻲﺳﻮﺧﺖ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻢ ﺧﺮﺩ ﮐﺮﺩ ﺍﻧﺒﻮﻫﻲ ِ ﻣﺮﺩﻡ ﺩﺭﻳﭽﻪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺩﺭﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻱ‪ ،‬ﭼﻪ ﻣﻮﺣﺶ ﭘﻨﺞ ﻋﺼﺮﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ!‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﺮ ﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲ ﺳﺎﻋﺖﻫﺎ!‬ ‫ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﭘﻨﺞ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺩﺭ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮑﻲ ﺷﺎﻣﮕﺎﻩ!‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

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‫ﺧﻮﻥ ﻣﻨﺘﺸﺮ‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻤﺶ!‬ ‫ﺑﮕﻮ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﺑﻴﺎﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﻥ ﺍﻳﮕﻨﺎﺳﻴﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮ ﻣﺎﺳﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻤﺶ!‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ِ ﭼﺎﺭﺗﺎﻕ‬ ‫ﻧﺮﻳﺎﻥ ِ ﺍﺑﺮﻫﺎﻱ ﺭﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﺧﺎﮐﻲ ِ ﺧﻴﺎﻝ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺑﻴﺪﺑُﻨﺎﻥ ِ ﺣﺎﺷﻴﻪﺍﺵ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻤﺶ!‬ ‫ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻡ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺗﺶ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻳﺎﺳﻤﻦﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻓﺮﺍﺧﻮﺍﻧﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻱ ﮐﻮﭼﮏﺷﺎﻥ!‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻤﺶ!‬ ‫ﻣﺎﺩﻩ ﮔﺎﻭ ِ ﺟﻬﺎﻥ ﭘﻴﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺯﺑﺎﻥ ﻏﻤﻴﻨﺶ‬ ‫ﻟﻴﺴﻪ ﺑﺮ ﭘﻮﺯﻩﻳﻲ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺁﻟﻮﺩﻩﻱ ﺧﻮﻧﻲ ﻣﻨﺘﺸﺮ ﺑﺮ ﺧﺎﮎ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﻧﺮﻩ ﮔﺎﻭﺍﻥ ِ »ﮔﻴﺴﺎﻧﺪﻭ«‬ ‫ﻧﻴﻤﻲ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻭ ﻧﻴﻤﻲ ﺳﻨﮓ‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻍ ﮐﺸﻴﺪﻧﺪ ﺁﻥ ﺳﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻭ ﻗﺮﻥ‬ ‫ﺧﺴﺘﻪ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺎﻱ ﮐﺸﻴﺪﻥ ﺑﺮ ﺧﺎﮎ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻧﻪ!‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻤﺶ!‬ ‫ﭘﻠﻪ ﭘﻠﻪ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﺷﺪ ﺍﻳﮕﻨﺎﺳﻴﻮ‬ ‫ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ﻣﺮﮔﺶ ﺑﺮﺩﻭﺵ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩﺩﻣﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺟﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩﺩﻣﺎﻥ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻬﺮﻩﻱ ﻭﺍﻗﻌﻲ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺟﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻣﺠﺎﺯﺵ ﻳﮑﺴﺮ ﺳﺮﮔﺮﺩﺍﻥ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﺴﻢ ِ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﻳﻲ ِ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺟﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﺭﮒ ِ ﺑﮕﺸﻮﺩﻩﻱ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﻳﺎﻓﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ! ﻣﮕﻮﻳﻴﺪ‪ ،‬ﻣﮕﻮﻳﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎﻳﺶ ﺑﻨﺸﻴﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻧﺪﺍﺭﻡ ﺩﻝ ِ ﻓﻮﺍﺭﻩﻱ ﺟﻮﺷﺎﻧﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﺪﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﮐﻨﻮﻥ ﺍﻧﺪﮎ ﺍﻧﺪﮎ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﺪ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺎﻱ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺎﻳﻲ ِ ﭘﺮﻭﺍﺯﺵ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺪﮎ ﺍﻧﺪﮎ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﺰﺩ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻦ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻓﻮﺭﺍﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﭼﺮﺍﻏﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺩﻩﺳﺖ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﻥ‬ ‫ﺻُﻔّﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺯﻳﺮﻳﻦ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻓﺮﻭﺭﻳﺨﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺁﻧﮕﺎﻩ‬ ‫ﺭﻭﻱ ﻣﺨﻤﻞﻫﺎ ﻭ ﭼﺮﻡ ﮔﺮﻭﻫﻲ ﻫﻴﺠﺎﻥ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﮐﺴﻲ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﺁﺭﻡ ﺳﺮ؟‬ ‫ ﻧﻪ! ﻣﮕﻮﻳﻴﺪ‪ ،‬ﻣﮕﻮﻳﻴﺪ‬‫ﺑﻪ ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎﻳﺶ ﺑﻨﺸﻴﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻥ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﮐﺎﻳﻦ ﺳﺎﻥ ﺩﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺷﺎﺥﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮏ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﭘﻠﮏﻫﺎ ﺑﺮﻫﻢ ﻧﻔﺸﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺎﺩﺭﺍﻥ ﺧﻮﻑ‬ ‫ﺍﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﺑﺮﺁﻭﺭﺩﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﻭﺯ ﺩﻝ ِ ﺟﻤﻊ ﺑﺮﺁﻣﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻧﻮﺍﻫﺎﻱ ﻧﻬﺎﻥ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺁﻫﻨﮓ‬ ‫ﺳﻮﻱ ﻭﺭﺯﻭﻫﺎﻱ ﻻﻫﻮﺕ‬ ‫ﭘﺎﺳﺪﺍﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﻣِﻬﻲ ﺑﻲﺭﻧﮓ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺷﻬﺮ ﺳﻪﻭﻳﻞ‬ ‫ﺷﻬﺰﺍﺩﻩﻳﻲ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﺴﻨﮕﻴﺶ ﮐﻨﺪ ﺗﺪﺑﻴﺮ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺩﻟﻲ ﻫﻤﭽﻨﻮ ﺣﻘﻴﻘﺘﺠﻮﻱ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﭼﻮ ﺷﻤﺸﻴﺮ ﺍﻭ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺷﻤﺸﻴﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﻭﺭ ِ ﺑﺎﺯﻭﻱ ﺣﻴﺮﺕﺁﻭﺭ ِ ﺍﻭ‬ ‫ﺷﻂ ﻏﺮﻧﺪﻩﻳﻲ ﺯ ﺷﻴﺮﺍﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﻧﻨﺪ ﭘﻴﮑﺮﻱ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻨﮓ‬ ‫ﻧﻘﺶ ﺗﺪﺑﻴﺮ ﺍﻭ ﻧﻤﺎﻳﺎﻥ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻐﻤﻪﻳﻲ ﺁﻧﺪُﻟﺴﻲ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺁﺭﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻫﺎﻟﻪﻳﻲ ﺯﺭﻳﻦ ﺑﺮ ﮔﺮﺩ ِ ﺳﺮﺵ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻨﺪﻩﺍﺵ ﺳُﻨﺒﻞ ِ ﺭﻭﻣﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻧﻤﮏ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻓﺮﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭﺭﺯﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﻱ ﺑﺰﺭﮒ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﻩﻧﺸﻴﻨﻲ ﺑﻲﺑﺪﻳﻞ ﺩﺭ ﮐﻮﻫﺴﺘﺎﻥ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﺷﺨﻮﻱ ﺑﺎ ﺳﻨﺒﻠﻪﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺑﺎ ﻣﻬﻤﻴﺰ!‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﻣﻬﺮﺑﺎﻥ ﺑﺎ ﮊﺍﻟﻪ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﭼﻪ ﭼﺸﻤﮕﻴﺮ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻔﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭﻫﺎ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﻧﻴﺰﻩ‪١۴‬ﻱ ﻧﻬﺎﻳﻲ ِ ﻇﻠﻤﺖ ﭼﻪ ﺭُﻋﺐﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰ!‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻨﮏ ﺍﻣﺎ ﺍﻭﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺧﻔﺘﻪﻱ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﻲ ﻧﻪ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭﻳﺶ ﺩﺭ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻝ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺧﺰﻩﻫﺎ ﻭ ﮔﻴﺎﻩ ِ ﻫﺮﺯ‬ ‫ﻏﻨﭽﻪﻱ ﺟﻤﺠﻤﻪﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﺍﻃﻤﻴﻨﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺷﮑﻮﻓﺎﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﺳﺎﺯ ِ ﺧﻮﻧﺶ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺳُﺮﺍﻳﺪ ﺳﺮﺧﻮﺵ ﺍﺯ ﺗﺎﻻﺏﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﭼﻤﻨﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﻏﻠﺘﺪ ﺑﻪ ﻃﻮﻝ ﺷﺎﺥﻫﺎ ﻟﺮﺯﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻣﻴﻎ ﺑﺮ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻣﻲﺗﭙﺪ ﺑﻲﺟﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺿﺮﺑﺖ ﭘﺎﻫﺎﻱ ﻭﺭﺯﻭﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺩ ﭘﻴﭽﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﺯﺑﺎﻧﻲ ﺗﻴﺮﻩ ﻭ ﻃﻮﻻﻧﻲ ﻭ ﻏﻤﻨﺎﮎ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺭﻭﺩﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺗﻼﻕ ﺍﺣﺘﻀﺎﺭﻱ ﺩﺭ ﻭﺟﻮﺩ ﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻩ‪ ،‬ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭ ﺳﻔﻴﺪ ﺍﺳﭙﺎﻧﻴﺎ!‬ ‫ﺁﻩ‪ ،‬ﻭﺭﺯﺍﻱ ﺳﻴﺎﻩ ِ ﺭﻧﺞ!‬ ‫ﺁﻩ‪ ،‬ﺧﻮﻥ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺍﻳﮕﻨﺎﺳﻴﻮ!‬ ‫ﺁﻩ ﺑﻠﺒﻞﻫﺎﻱ ﺭﮒﻫﺎﻳﺶ!‬ ‫ﻧﻪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻤﺶ!‬ ‫ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺟﺎﻣﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪﺵ ﻧﮕﻬﺪﺍﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﭘﺮﺳﺘﻮﻳﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪﺵ ﺑﻨﻮﺷﺪ‪،‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﻳﺨﭽﻪﻱ ﻧﻮﺭﻱ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﮑﺎﻫﺪ ﺍﻟﺘﻬﺎﺑﺶ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺳﺮﻭﺩﻱ ﺧﻮﺵ ﻭ ﺧﺮﻣﻨﻲ ﺍﺯ ﮔﻞ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺑﻠﻮﺭﻱ‬ ‫ﮐﻪﺵ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻴﻢ ِ ﺧﺎﻡ ﺩﺭﭘﻮﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ!‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻤﺶ!‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

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‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺗﺨﺘﻪ ﺑﻨﺪ ِ ﺗﻦ‬ ‫ﭘﻴﺸﺎﻧﻲ ِ ﺳﺨﺘﻲﺳﺖ ﺳﻨﮓ ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻲﻧﺎﻟﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﺁﺏ ﻣﻮّﺍﺝ ﻭ ﺑﻲﺳﺮﻭ ِ ﻳﺦ ﺯﺩﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔُﺮﺩﻩﻳﻲﺳﺖ ﺳﻨﮓ‪ ،‬ﺗﺎ ﺑﺎﺭ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﮑﺸﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭﺧﺘﺎﻥ ﺍﺷﮑﺶ ﺭﺍ ﻭ ﻧﻮﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥﻫﺎﻱ ﺗﻴﺮﻩﻳﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﻳﺪﻩﺍﻡ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻭﺍﻥ ﺍﺯ ﭘﻲ ﻣﻮﺝﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﺯﻭﺍﻥ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺑﻴﺨﺘﻪﻱ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺑﺮﺍﻓﺮﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻨﮕﭙﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﭘﺮﺗﺎﺑﻲﺷﺎﻥ ﻧﺮﺍﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﻨﮕﭙﺎﺭﻩﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡﻫﺎﻱﺷﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻢ ﻣﻲﺷﮑﻨﺪ ﺑﻲﺁﻥﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﻥﺷﺎﻥ ﺁﻏﺸﺘﻪ ﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺳﻨﮓ‪ ،‬ﺩﺍﻧﻪﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺍﺑﺮﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﺩ ﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺍﺳﺘﺨﻮﺍﻥﺑﻨﺪﻱ ﭼﮑﺎﻭﮎﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻭ ﮔُﺮﮔﺎﻥ ِ ﺳﺎﻳﻪ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻣﺎ ﻧﻪ ﺻﺪﺍ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﺩ‪ ،‬ﻧﻪ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﻭ ﻧﻪ ﺁﺗﺶ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﻧﺒﺎﺷﺪ‪ .‬ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﻭ‪ ،‬ﺗﻨﻬﺎ‪ ،‬ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﻲﺣﺼﺎﺭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻳﻨﮏ ﺍﻳﮕﻨﺎﺳﻴﻮﻱ ﻣﺒﺎﺭﮎ ﺯﺍﺩ ﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﺮ ﺳﺮ ِ ﺳﻨﮓ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻤﻴﻦ ﻭ ﺑﺲ! ‪ -‬ﭼﻪ ﭘﻴﺶ ﺁﻣﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ؟ ﺑﻪ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﺍﺵ ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﺪ‪:‬‬ ‫ﻣﺮﮒ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﮔﺮﺩ ِ ﭘﺮﻳﺪﻩ ﺭﻧﮕﺶ ﻓﺮﻭﭘﻮﺷﻴﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺭﺧﺴﺎﺭ ِ ﻣﺮﺩ ﮔﺎﻭ‪١۵‬ﻱ ﻣﻐﻤﻮﻡ ﺑﺪﻭ ﺩﺍﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺎﺭ ﺍﺯ ﮐﺎﺭ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ! ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻫﺎﻧﺶ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﺭﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻫﻮﺍ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﻧﻪﻳﻲ ﺳﻴﻨﻪﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﮔﻮﺩ ﻭﺍﻧﻬﺎﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻋﺸﻖ‪ ،‬ﻏﺮﻗﻪﻱ ﺍﺷﮏﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﺮﻑ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮ ﻗﻠﻪﻱ ﮔﺎﻭﭼﺮ‪ ١۶‬ﮔﺮﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻨﺪ؟ ‪ -‬ﺳﮑﻮﺗﻲ ﺑﻮﻳﻨﺎﮎ ﺑﺮﺁﺳﻮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻳﻴﻢ ﻭ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮ ﻣﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﺩ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺗﺨﺘﻪﺑﻨﺪ ﺗﻦ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﮐﻪ ﻃﺮﺡ ﺁﺷﮑﺎﺭ ِ ﺑﻠﺒﻼﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ؛‬ ‫ﻭ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﻴﻤﺶ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺣﻔﺮﻩﻫﺎﻳﻲ ﺑﻲﺍﻧﺘﻬﺎ ﭘﻮﺷﻴﺪﻩ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﮐﺴﻲ ﮐﻔﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻣﭽﺎﻟﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ؟ ﺁﻥﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﻨﺪ ﺭﺍﺳﺖ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺟﺎ ﻧﻪ ﮐﺴﻲ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﻧﻪ ﮐﺴﻲ ﺑﻪ ﮐﻨﺠﻲ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﻣﻬﻤﻴﺰﻱ ﺯﺩﻩ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ ﻧﻪ ﻣﺎﺭﻱ ﻭﺣﺸﺘﺰﺩﻩ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﺰﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺟﺎ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﺎﺭ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﻧﻴﺴﺘﻢ ﺟﺰ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﺍﺧﻲ ﮔﺸﻮﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎﻱ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺗﺨﺘﻪ ﺑﻨﺪ ﺗﻦ ﮐﻪ ﺍﻣﮑﺎﻥ ﺁﺭﺍﻣﻴﺪﻧﺶ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺟﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺎﻥ ِ ﺩﻳﺪﺍﺭ ﻣﺮﺩﺍﻧﻲ ﻫﺴﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯﻱ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺩﺍﺭﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺩﺍﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻫَﻴﻮﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺭﺍﻡ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻨﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺮ ﺭﻭﺩﺧﺎﻧﻪﻫﺎ ﻇﻔﺮ ﻣﻲﻳﺎﺑﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺩﺍﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺳﺘﺨﻮﺍﻥﻫﺎﺷﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺻﺪﺍ ﺩﺭﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﺩﻫﺎﻥ ﭘُﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ ﻭ ﭼﺨﻤﺎﻕ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺍﺳﺘﺎﺭ ِ ﺩﻳﺪﺍﺭ ﺁﻧﺎﻧﻢ ﻣﻦ‪ ،‬ﺍﻳﻦ ﺟﺎ‪ ،‬ﺭﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺭﻭﻱ ﺳﻨﮓ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭘﻴﮑﺮﻱ ﮐﻪ ﻋﻨﺎﻥ ﮔﺴﺴﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻧﺸﺎﻥ ﺩﻫﻨﺪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﺭﻫﺎﻳﻲ ﮐﺠﺎﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﺎﺧﺪﺍ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺮﮒ ﭘﻴﻮﺳﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﻣﺮﺍ ﮔﺮﻳﻪﻳﻲ ﺁﻣﻮﺯﻧﺪ‪ ،‬ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺭﻭﺩﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻣِﻬﻲ ﻟﻄﻴﻒ ﻭ ﺁﺑﮑﻨﺎﺭﺍﻧﻲ ﮊﺭﻑ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﭘﻴﮑﺮ ﺍﻳﮕﻨﺎﺳﻴﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺒﺮﺩ ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻈﺮ ﻧﻬﺎﻥ ﺷﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﺑﻲﺁﻥ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻔﺲ ِ ﻣﻀﺎﻋﻒ ﻭﺭﺯﻭﺍﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯﺷﻨﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻈﺮ ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﺷﻮﺩ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻧﭽﻪﻱ ﻣﺪﻭّﺭ ﻣﺎﻩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺧُﺮﺩﻱ‬ ‫ﺟﺎﻧﻮﺭ ﻣﺤﺰﻭﻥ ﺑﻲﺣﺮﮐﺘﻲ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﻧﻤﺎﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻈﺮ ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﺷﻮﺩ ﺩﺭ ﺷﺐ ِ ﻣﺤﺮﻭﻡ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ِ ﻣﺎﻫﻲﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺧﺎﺭﺯﺍﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﺳﭙﻴﺪ ِ ﺩﻭﺩ ِ ﻣﻨﺠﻤﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺘﻤﺎﻟﻲ ﻓﺮﻭﭘﻮﺷﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺮﮔﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻭﺳﺖ ﺧﻮﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺑﺮﻭ‪ ،‬ﺍﻳﮕﻨﺎﺳﻴﻮ! ﺑﻪ ﻫﻴﺎﺑﺎﻧﮓ ﺷﻮﺭﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰ ﺣﺴﺮﺕ ﻣﺨﻮﺭ!‬ ‫ﺑﺨﺴﺐ! ﭘﺮﻭﺍﺯ ﮐﻦ! ﺑﻴﺎﺭﺍﻡ! ‪ -‬ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﻧﻴﺰ ﻣﻲﻣﻴﺮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

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‫ﻏﺎﻳﺐ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻈﺮ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﮔﺎﻭ ﻧﺮﺕ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﺷﻨﺎﺳﺪ ﻧﻪ ﺍﻧﺠﻴﺮﺑُﻦ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺍﺳﺒﺎﻥ ﻧﻪ ﻣﻮﺭﭼﮕﺎﻥ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺍﺕ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﮐﻮﺩﮎ ﺑﺎﺯﺕ ﻣﻲﺷﻨﺎﺳﺪ ﻧﻪ ﺷﺐ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﺮﺩﻩﺍﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺻُﻠﺐ ﺳﻨﮓ ﺑﺎﺯﺕ ﻣﻲﺷﻨﺎﺳﺪ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺍﻃﻠﺲ ﺳﻴﺎﻫﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺗﺠﺰﻳﻪ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺣﺘﺎ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻩﻱ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵ ﺗﻮ ﻧﻴﺰ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺑﺎﺯﺕ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻨﺎﺳﺪ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﺮﺩﻩﺍﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﺎﻳﻴﺰ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺁﻣﺪ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎ ﻟﻴﺴَﮏﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺷﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺍﺑﺮ ﻭ ﻗُﻠﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﺭﻫﻤﺶ‬ ‫ﺍﻣﺎ ﻫﻴﭻ ﮐﺲ ﺭﺍ ﺳﺮ ﺁﻥ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﭼﺸﻤﺎﻥ ﺗﻮﺑﻨﮕﺮﺩ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﺮﺩﻩﺍﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﺮﺩﻩﺍﻱ‬ ‫ﻫﻤﭽﻮﻥ ﺗﻤﺎﻣﻲ ِ ﻣﺮﺩﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻤﭽﻮﻥ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺁﻥ ﻣﺮﺩﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﮐﻪ ﻓﺮﺍﻣﻮﺵ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺯﻳﺮ ﭘﺸﺘﻪﻳﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺁﺗﺸﺰﻧﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻴﭻ ﮐﺲ ﺑﺎﺯﺕ ﻧﻤﻲﺷﻨﺎﺳﺪ‪ ،‬ﻧﻪ‪ .‬ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺳﺮﺍﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺑﻌﺪﻫﺎ ﻣﻲﺳﺮﺍﻳﻢ ﭼﻬﺮﻩﻱ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻭ ﻟﻄﻒ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﮐﻤﺎﻝ ِ ﭘﺨﺘﻪﮔﻲ ِ ﻣﻌﺮﻓﺘﺖ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺷﺘﻬﺎﻱ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻣﺮﮒ ﻭ ﻃﻌﻢ ِ ﺩﻫﺎﻥ ﻣﺮﮒ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻫﻲ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﮊﺭﻓﺎﻱ ﺷﺎﺩﺧﻮﻳﻲ ِ ﺗﻮ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﺍﺩﻧﺶ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻳﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺍﻧﺠﺎﻣﻴﺪ ‪ -‬ﺧﻮﺩ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺯﺍﺩﻩ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺷﺪ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺁﻧﺪﻟﺴﻲ ﻣﺮﺩﻱ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺻﺎﻓﻲ‪ ،‬ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺳﺮﺷﺎﺭ ﺍﺯ ﺣﻮﺍﺩﺙ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻧﺠﺎﺑﺘﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ﺑﺎ ﮐﻠﻤﺎﺗﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻲﻣﻮﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻧﺴﻴﻤﻲ ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻫﮕﻦ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺘﻮﻥﺯﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﻡ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻞ ﻗﺪﺳﻲ‬ ‫)ﺳﻪ ﻭﻳﻞ(‬ ‫‪١‬‬ ‫ﺑﭽﻪﻱ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﻱ ﺟﮕﻨﻲ ﻧﺮﻡ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﺍﺥ ﺷﺎﻧﻪ‪ ،‬ﺑﺎﺭﻳﮏ ﺍﻧﺪﺍﻡ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺭﻧﮓ ﻭ ﺭﻭﻳﺶ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻴﺐ ِ ﺷﺒﺎﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺷﺖ ﭼﺸﻢ ﻭ ﮔﺲ ﺩﻫﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﻋﺼﺎﺑﺶ ﺍﺯ ﻧﻘﺮﻩﻱ ﺳﻮﺯﺍﻥ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺧﻠﻮﺕ ِ ﮐﻮﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻔﺶ ِ ﺳﻴﺎﻩ ِ ﺑﺮﻗﻲﺍﺵ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺁﻫﻨﮓ ﻣﻀﺎﻋﻔﻲ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺩﻫﺎﻱ ﻣﻮﺟﺰ ِ ﺑﻬﺸﺘﻲ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺳﺮﺍﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﮐﺒﻲﻫﺎﻱ ﻳﮑﺪﺳﺖ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺷﮑﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺳﺮﺗﺎﺳﺮ ِ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﻳﮑﻲ ﻧﺨﻞ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺪﻭ ﻣﺎﻧﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺷﻬﺮﻳﺎﺭﻱ ﺑﺮ ﺍﻭﺭﻧﮓ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻳﻲ ﺗﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﺩﺭ ﮔﺬﺭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺳﻴﻨﻪﻱ ﻳﺸﻢ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﻓﺮﻭﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺷﺐ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺴﺖﻭﺟﻮﻱ ﺩﺷﺖﻫﺎ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﺧﻴﺰﺩ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮﺵ ﺑﻪ ﺯﺍﻧﻮ ﺩﺭﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﮔﻴﺘﺎﺭﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻃﻨﻴﻦ ﺩﺭﻣﻲﺁﻳﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻞ‪ ،‬ﻣﻠﮏ ﻣﻘﺮﺏ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺧﺼﻢ ﺳﻮﮔﻨﺪ ﺧﻮﺭﺩﻩﻱ ﺑﻴﺪﺑُﻨﺎﻥ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺭﺍﻡ ﮐﻨﻨﺪﻩﻱ ﻗُﻤﺮﻳﮑﺎﻥ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻫﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻞ ﻗﺪﻳﺲ!‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮎ ﺩﺭ ﺑﻄﻦ ِ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻳﺎﺩ ﻣﺒﺮ ﮐﻪ ﺟﺎﻣﻪﺍﺕ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﻟﻴﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮ ﺑﺨﺸﻴﺪﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫‪٢‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﻭﺵ ﭘﺎﺩﺷﺎﻫﺎﻥ ﻣﺠﻮﺱ‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﺭﺧﺴﺎﺭ ﻭ ﻣﺴﮑﻴﻦ ﺟﺎﻣﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﮐﻮﭼﻪﻱ ﺗﻨﮓ ﻓﺮﺍ ﻣﻲﺭﺳﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻓﺮﺍﺯ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻞ ﻗﺪﻳﺲ‪ ،‬ﻣَﻠِﮏ ﻣﻘﺮﺏ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺁﻣﻴﺰﻩﻱ ﻟﺒﺨﻨﺪﻩ ﻭ ﺳﻮﺳﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺩﻳﺪﺍﺭﺵ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺟﻠﻴﻘﻪﻱ ﮔﻠﺒﻮﺗﻪ ﺩﻭﺯﻱﺍﺵ‬ ‫ﺯﻧﺠﺮﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﭘﻨﻬﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﺗﭙﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﺷﺐ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺧﻠﺨﺎﻝﻫﺎ ﻣﺒﺪﻝ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻞ ﻗﺪﻳﺲ‬‫ﺍﻳﻨﮏ‪ ،‬ﻣﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﺯﻧﻲ ﺑﻪ ﺳﻪ ﻣﻴﺦ ﺷﺎﺩﻱ‬ ‫ﻣﺠﺮﻭﺡ!‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺭﺧﺴﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺣﻴﺮﺕ ﺯﺩﻩﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﻳﺎﺳﻤﻦﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺗﺎﺑﺶ ﺩﺭﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺧﺪﺍﻳﺖ ﻧﮕﻬﺪﺍﺭﺩ ﺍﻱ ﺳﺮﻭﺵ‬‫ﺍﻱ ﺯﺍﺩﻩﻱ ﺍﻋﺠﺎﺯ!‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﭘﺴﺮﻱ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺩﺍﺩ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺗﺮﮐﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﻧﺴﻴﻢ ﺯﻳﺒﺎﺗﺮ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻠﮏ ِ ﻋﻤﺮﻡ‪ ،‬ﺍﻱ‬‫ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻞ ِ ﻧﻲﻧﻲ ِ ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎﻱ ﻣﻦ!‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑَﺮﻧﺸﺎﻧﻢ‬ ‫ﺗﺨﺘﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻴﺨﮏﻫﺎﻱ ﻧﻮ ﺷﮑﻔﺘﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺩﻳﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ ﺧﺪﺍﻳﺖ ﻧﮕﻪﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﺍﻱ ﺳﺮﻭﺵ‬‫ﺍﻱ ﻣﺎﻩ ﺭﺧﺴﺎﺭﻩ ﻭ ﻣﺴﮑﻴﻦ ﺟﺎﻣﻪ!‬ ‫ﭘﺴﺮﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺧﺎﻟﻲ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺑﻮﺩ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺳﻪ ﺯﺧﻢ ﺑﺮ ﺳﻴﻨﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺗﻮ ﭼﻪ ﺗﺎﺑﺎﻧﻲ‪ ،‬ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻞ!‬‫ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻠﮏ ِ ﻋﻤﺮ ﻣﻦ!‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻋﻤﻖ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﺷﻴﺮ ﮔﺮﻣﻲ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻓﻮﺍﺭﻩ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺧﺪﺍﺕ ﻧﮕﻬﺪﺍﺭﺩ ﺍﻱ ﺳﺮﻭﺵ‬‫ﺍﻱ ﻣﺎﺩﺭ ِ ﺻﺪ ﺳﻼﻟﻪﻱ ﺷﺎﻫﻲ!‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎﻱ ﻋﻘﻴﻢﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﻣﻨﻈﺮﻩﻱ ﺳﻮﺍﺭﻱ‬ ‫ﺭﻧﮓ ﻣﻲﮔﻴﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺳﻴﻨﻪﻱ ﻫﺎﺗﻒ ِ ﺣﻴﺮﺕﺯﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﮐﻮﺩﮎ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺻﺪﺍﻱ ﻇﺮﻳﻒﺍﺵ‬ ‫ﺳﻪ ﻣﻐﺰ ﺑﺎﺩﺍﻡ ﺳﺒﺰ ﻣﻲﻟﺮﺯﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﺒﺮﻳﻞ ﻗﺪّﻳﺲ ﺍﺯ ﻧﺮﺩﺑﺎﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ ﺑﺎﻻ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﺷﺐ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻧﻪﮔﺎﻥ ﻣﺒﺪﻝ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﻧﻐﻤﻪﻱ ﺧﻮﺍﺑﮕﺮﺩ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﮔﻠﻮﺭﻳﺎ ﺧﻴﻨﻪ ﻭ ﻓﺮﻧﺎﻧﺪﻭ ﺩﻭﻟﺲ ﺭﻱﻳﻮﺱ‬

‫ﺳﺒﺰ‪ ،‬ﺗﻮﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺒﺰ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ ِ ﺑﺎﺩ ﻭ ﺳﺒﺰ ِ ﺷﺎﺧﻪﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺍﺳﺐ ﺩﺭ ﮐﻮﻫﭙﺎﻳﻪ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺯﻭﺭﻕ ﺑﺮ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺮﺍﭘﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻳﻪ‪ ،‬ﺩﺧﺘﺮﮎ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻧﺮﺩﻩﻱ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺧﻤﻴﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ ﺭﻭﻱ ﻭ ﺳﺒﺰ ﻣﻮﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻣﺮﺩﻣﮑﺎﻧﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻓﻠﺰ ﺳﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫)ﺳﺒﺰ‪ ،‬ﺗﻮﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺒﺰﺕ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ(‬ ‫ﻭ ﺯﻳﺮ ﻣﺎﻩ ِ ﮐﻮﻟﻲ‬ ‫ﻫﻤﻪ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻤﺎﺷﺎ ﻧﺸﺴﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺩﺧﺘﺮﻱ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻤﻲﺗﻮﺍﻧﺪﺷﺎﻥ ﺩﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ‪ ،‬ﺗﻮﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺒﺰ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺷﻪﻱ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﮔﺎﻥ ِ ﻳﺨﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻫﻲ ِ ﺳﺎﻳﻪ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﮔﺸﺎﻳﻨﺪﻩﻱ ﺭﺍﻩ ِ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﻩﺩﻣﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺸﻴﻴﻊ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺠﻴﺮﺑُﻦ ﺑﺎ ﺳﻤﺒﺎﺩﻩﻱ ﺷﺎﺧﺴﺎﺭﺵ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺧِﻨﺞ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺘﻴﻎ ﮐﻮﻩ ﻫﻤﭽﻮﻥ ﮔﺮﺑﻪﻳﻲ ﻭﺣﺸﻲ‬ ‫ﻣﻮﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ِ ﮔﻴﺎﻫﻲﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺭﺍﺳﺖ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﺍﻓﺮﺍﺯﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺁﺧﺮ ﮐﻴﺴﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ؟ ﻭ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺍﺯ ﮐﺠﺎ؟«‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺧﻢ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﺮ ﻧﺮﺩﻩﻱ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ ﺭﻭﻱ ﻭ ﺳﺒﺰ ﻣﻮﻱ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻱ ﺗﻠﺦﺍﺵ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺍﻱ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ! ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻲ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻫﻲ‬ ‫ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺍﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮ ﺍﺳﺒﻢ‬ ‫ﺁﻳﻨﻪﺍﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮ ﺯﻳﻦ ﻭ ﺑﺮﮔﻢ‬ ‫ﻗﺒﺎﻳﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺮﺍﺑﺮ ﺧﻨﺠﺮﻡ؟‪...‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﻏﺮﻗﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﻥ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﮔﺮﺩﻧﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﮐﺎﺑﺮﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻢ‪«.‬‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﭘﺴﺮﻡ! ﺍﮔﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺍﺧﺘﻴﺎﺭﻱ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ‬ ‫ﺳﻮﺩﺍﻳﻲ ﺍﻳﻦ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﭘﺬﻳﺮﻓﺘﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻣﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻧﻪ ﻣﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺍﻡ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ِ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ‪«.‬‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺍﻱ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ! ﻫﻮﺍﻱ ﺁﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮﻡ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺁﺭﺍﻣﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺴﺘﺮﻱ ﺑﻤﻴﺮﻡ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺗﺨﺘﻲ ﺑﺎ ﻓﻨﺮﻫﺎﻱ ﻓﻮﻻﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻣﻼﻓﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﮐﺘﺎﻥ‪...‬‬ ‫ﺍﻳﻦ ﺯﺧﻢ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺳﻴﻨﻪﻱ ﻣﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﮔﻠﻮﮔﺎﻩ ﺑﺮﺩﺭﻳﺪﻩ؟«‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺳﻴﺼﺪ ﺳﻮﺭﻱ ِ ﻗﻬﻮﻩ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻣﻴﺒﻴﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﭘﻴﺮﺍﻫﻦ ﺳﻔﻴﺪﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑﻮﻓﺎﻥ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺷﺎﻝ ِ ﮐﻤﺮﺕ‬ ‫ﺑﻮﻱ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻟﻴﮑﻦ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻪ ﻣﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺧﺎﻧﻪﺍﻡ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻴﺴﺖ!«‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫»‪ -‬ﺩﺳﺖ ﮐﻢ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﻻ ﺑﺮﺁﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﺮﺩﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪﻡ‪ ،‬ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﻻ ﺑﺮﺁﻳﻢ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻧﺮﺩﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺒﺰ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻧﺮﺩﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﻣﺎﻩ ﮐﻪ ﺁﺏ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ‬ ‫ﺁﺑﺸﺎﺭﻭﺍﺭ ﺑﻪ ﺯﻳﺮ ﻣﻲﻏﻠﺘﺪ‪«.‬‬ ‫ﻳﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺩﻭﮔﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﺍﺯ ﺑﺮ ﺷﺪﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻧﺐ ﻧﺮﺩﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺭﺩّﻱ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺑﺮ ﺧﺎﮎ ﻧﻬﺎﺩﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺭﺩّﻱ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺷﮏ ﺑﺮ ﺧﺎﮎ ﻧﻬﺎﺩﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻓﺎﻧﻮﺱﻫﺎﻱ ﻗﻠﻌﻲ ِ ﭼﻨﺪﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲﻫﺎ ﻟﺮﺯﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﻃﺒﻞ ِ ﺁﺑﮕﻴﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺻﺒﺢ ﮐﺎﺫﺏ ﺭﺍ ﺯﺧﻢ ﺯﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ‪ ،‬ﺗﻮﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺒﺰ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ ِ ﺑﺎﺩ‪ ،‬ﺳﺒﺰ ِ ﺷﺎﺧﻪﻫﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻤﺮﺍﻫﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻓﺮﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺷﺪﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺩ ِ ﺳﺨﺖ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭ ﺩﻫﺎﻥﺷﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﻃﻌﻢ ﺯﺭﺩﺍﺏ ﻭ ﺭﻳﺤﺎﻥ ﻭ ﭘﻮﻧﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎ ﻧﻬﺎﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺍﻱ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﺑﮕﻮﻱ‪ ،‬ﺍﻭ ﮐﺠﺎﺳﺖ؟‬ ‫ﺩﺧﺘﺮَﮐَﺖ‪ ،‬ﺩﺧﺘﺮﮎ ﺗﻠﺦﺍﺕ ﮐﺠﺎﺳﺖ؟«‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺍﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ﮐﺸﻴﺪ‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﭼﻪ ﺳﺨﺖ ﺍﻧﻈﺎﺭ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﻳﺪﺵ ﮐﺸﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩ ﺭﻭﻱ ﻭ ﺳﻴﺎﻩ ﻣﻮﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻧﺮﺩﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺒﺰ!«‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫□‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺁﻳﻴﻨﻪﻱ ﺁﺑﺪﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﻟﻲ ﻗﺰﮎ ﺗﺎﺏ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ ﺭﻭﻱ ﻭ ﺳﺒﺰ ﻣﻮﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻣﺮﺩﻣﮑﺎﻧﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻓﻠﺰ ﺳﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻳﺨﭙﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﻧﺎﺯﮐﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻣﺎﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻓﺮﺍﺯ ﺁﺑﺶ ﻧﮕﻪ ﻣﻲﺩﺍﺷﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺷﺐ ﺧﻮﺩﻱﺗﺮ ﺷﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﻧﻪﻱ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻧﭽﻪﻱ ﮐﻮﭼﮑﻲ‬ ‫ﻭ ﮔﺰﻣﻪﮔﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﻣﺴﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺩﺭﻫﺎ ﮐﻮﻓﺘﻨﺪ‪...‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ‪ ،‬ﺗﻮﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺒﺰﺕ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺰ ِ ﺑﺎﺩ‪ ،‬ﺳﺒﺰ ِ ﺷﺎﺧﻪﻫﺎ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺍﺳﺐ ﺩﺭ ﮐﻮﻫﭙﺎﻳﻪ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺯﻭﺭﻕ ﺑﺮ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻧﺎﺭ ِ ﻋﻄﺮﺁﮔﻴﻦ‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﻣﺘﺒﻠﻮﺭ ﻫﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﺮ ﺩﺍﻧﻪ‬ ‫ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻳﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻫﺮ ﭘﺮﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﻏﺮﻭﺑﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﺧﺸﮏ ﻭ‬ ‫ﮔﺮﻓﺘﺎﺭ ﺩﺭ ﭼﻨﮓ ﺳﺎﻟﻴﺎﻥ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺎﺭ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻧﻲ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺎﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺯﻣﺎﻧﺶ ﭘﻮﺳﺘﻮﺍﺭﻱ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﻧﻮﮐﺶ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻳﻲ ﻣﺒﺪﻝ ﺷﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﻏﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺷﻨﻲ ﺑﺨﺸﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻨﺪﻭﻳﻲﺳﺖ ﺧُﺮﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺎﻥﺍﺵ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺭﻏﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﻣﮕﺴﺎﻥ ﻋﺴﻞ ﺁﻥ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺩﻫﺎﻥ ﺯﻧﺎﻥ ﭘﺮﺩﺍﺧﺘﻪﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﺑﺘﺮﮐﺪ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ﻫﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﻟﺐ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺭﻫﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﮐﺮﺩ!‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺎﺭ ﺩﻟﻲ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺎﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﮐﺸﺘﺰﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﻣﻲﺗﭙﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺩﻟﻲ ﺷﺮﻳﻒ ﻭ ﺧﻮﺍﺭ ﺷﻤﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ‪ ،‬ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻄﺮ ﻧﻤﻲﺍﻓﺘﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﻟﻲ ﮐﻪ ﭘﻮﺳﺖﺍﺵ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﺨﺘﻲ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﭽﻮﻥ ﺩﻝ ﻣﺎﺳﺖ‪،‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺍﻣﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺳﻮﺭﺍﺥﺍﺵ ﮐﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﻋﻄﺮ ﻭ ﺧﻮﻥ ِ ﻓﺮﻭﺭﺩﻳﻦ ﺭﺍ ﻫِﺒِﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﮔﻨﺞ ﺟَﻦّ ِ ﺳﺎﻟﺨﻮﺭﺩﻩﻱ ﭼﻤﻨﺰﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﺳﺮﺳﺒﺰ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺟﻨﮕﻠﻲ ﭘﺮﺕﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﭘﺮﻳﺰﺍﺩﻱ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﻧﮕﻬﺒﺎﻧﻲ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪- .‬‬ ‫ﺟﻦّ ِ ﺳﭙﻴﺪ ﺭﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺟﺎﻣﻪﻳﻲ ﻋﻘﻴﻘﻲ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺎﺭ ﮔﻨﺠﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮﮒﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺒﺰ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﻧﮕﻬﺒﺎﻧﻲ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻨﺪ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻋﻤﺎﻕ‪ ،‬ﺍﺣﺠﺎﺭ ﮔﺮﺍﻥﺑﻬﺎ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺩﻝ ﻭ ﺍﻧﺪﺭﻭﻥ‪ ،‬ﻃﻼﻳﻲ ﻣﺒﻬﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﻨﺒﻠﻪ‪ ،‬ﻧﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‪:‬‬ ‫ﻣﺴﻴﺢ ﻣﺘﺠﺴﺪ‪ ،‬ﺯﻧﺪﻩ ﻭ ﻣﺮﺩﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﺯﻳﺘﻮﻥ‬ ‫ﺷﻮﺭ ِ ﮐﺎﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺗﻮﺍﻧﺎﻳﻲﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﻴﺐ ﻣﻴﻮﻩﻱ ﺷﻬﻮﺕ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﻮﻩ ‪ -‬ﺍﺑﻮﺍﻟﻬﻮﻝ ِ ﮔﻨﺎﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﮑﺎﻟﻪﻱ ﻗﺮﻥﻫﺎﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﺑﺎ ﺷﻴﻄﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺣﻔﻆ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﺎﺭﻧﺞ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻩ ﭘﻠﻴﺪ ﮔﻞﻫﺎ ﺳﺨﻨﻲ ﻣﻲﮔﻮﻳﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻃﻼ ﻭ ﺁﺗﺸﻲ ﺍﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﭘﺎﮐﻲ ِ ﺳﭙﻴﺪ ِ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺟﺎﻧﺸﻴﻦ ﻳﮑﺪﻳﮕﺮ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎﮎ ﭘﺮﺳﺘﺶ ﺷﻬﻮﺍﺕ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺗﺎﺑﺴﺘﺎﻥ ﻣﻨﺠﻤﺪ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﻭ ﮐﻠﻴﺴﺎﻳﺶ ﺗﻌﻤﻴﺪ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺷﺮﺍﺏ ﻣﻘﺪﺱ ﺑﺴﺎﺯﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺷﺎﺑﻠﻮﻁﻫﺎ ﺁﺭﺍﻣﺶ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﭼﻴﺰﻫﺎﻱ ﮔﺬﺷﺘﻪ ﻣﻲﻣﺎﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻴﻤﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﭘﻴﺮﻧﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺗﺮﮎ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﺩﺍﺭﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺯﺍﺋﺮﺍﻧﻲ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺎﻧﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺭﺍﻩ ﮔﻢ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺑﺎﺷﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻠﻮﻁ ﺷﻌﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺻﻔﺎﻱ ﺯﻣﺎﻥﻫﺎﻱ ﺍﺯ ﮐﺎﺭ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﻪ ‪ -‬ﭘﺮﻳﺪﻩ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻃﻼﻳﻲ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺁﺭﺍﻣﺶ ﺳﺎﺯﮔﺎﺭﻱﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺎﺭ ﺍﻣﺎ‪ ،‬ﺧﻮﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﻥ ﻗﺪﺳﻲ ِ ﻣﻠﮑﻮﺕ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﻥ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻣﺠﺮﻭﺡ ﺍﺯ ﺳﻮﺯﻥ ﺳﻴﻼﺏﻫﺎ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﻥ ﺗﻨﺪ ِ ﺑﺎﺩﻫﺎﺳﺖ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻗﻠﻪﻱ ﺳﺨﺘﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺁﻥ ﭼﻨﮓ ﺩﺭﺍﻓﮑﻨﺪﻩﺍﻧﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﻥ ﺍﻗﻴﺎﻧﻮﺱ ِ ﺑﺮﺁﺳﻮﺩﻩ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﻥ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﭼﻪﻱ ﺧﻔﺘﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻗﺒﻞ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﺦ ِ ﺧﻮﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺭﮒ ﻣﺎ ﺟﺎﺭﻱﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺧﻮﻥ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﻣﺤﺒﻮﺱ ﺩﺭ ﺣﺒﺎﺑﻲ ﺳﺨﺖ ﻭ ﺗﺮﺵ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺷﮑﻠﻲ ﻣﺒﻬﻢ‬ ‫ﻃﺮﺡ ﺩﻟﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ ﻭ ﻫﻴﺎﺀﺕ ﺟﻤﺠﻤﻪﻱ ﺍﻧﺴﺎﻧﻲ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﺎﺭ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻪ!‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺷﻌﻠﻪﻳﻲ ﺩﺭ ﺩﻝ ِ ﺷﺎﺥ ﻭ ﺑﺮﮒ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺮ ﺟﺴﻤﺎﻧﻲ ِ ﻭﻧﻮﺳﻲ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻭ ﺧﻨﺪﻩﻱ ﺑﺎﻏﭽﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﺩ!‬ ‫ﭘﺮﻭﺍﻧﻪﮔﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﺩ ﺗﻮ ﺟﻤﻊ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺁﻓﺘﺎﺏﺍﺕ ﻣﻲﭘﻨﺪﺍﺭﻧﺪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺍﺯ ﻫﺮﺍﺱ ﺁﻥ ﮐﻪ ﺑﺴﻮﺯﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﮐﺮﻣﮑﺎﻥ ﺣﻘﻴﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺗﻮ ﺩﻭﺭﻱ ﻣﻲﮔﺰﻳﻨﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﻧﻮﺭ ِ ﺣﻴﺎﺗﻲ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻣﺎﺩﻩﮔﻲ‪ ،‬ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻣﻴﻮﻩﻫﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻳﻲ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ‪ ،‬ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮﻕ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﮐﻨﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺟﻮﻳﺒﺎﺭ ﻋﺎﺷﻖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﻗﺪﺭ ﺑﻲﺷﺒﺎﻫﺘﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻮ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﺍﻱ ﺷﻬﻮﺕ ﺷﺮﺍﺭﻩ ﺍﻓﮑﻦ ﺑﺮ ﭼﻤﻦ!‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻥ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺷﺐ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺑﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺯﻻﻝ‪،‬‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻤﻪﻱ ﺻﺎﻓﻲ!‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﻝ ﺧﺮّﻡ ﻣﻠﮑﻮﺗﻴﺖ‬ ‫ﭼﻴﺴﺖ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻦ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻧﮓ ِ ﻧﺎﻗﻮﺳﻲ ﮐﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺩﻝ ِ ﻣِﻪ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ‪:‬‬ ‫ﭘﺲ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻧﭽﻪ ﺭﻫﺎ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻲ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺑﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺯﻻﻝ‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻤﻪﻱ ﺻﺎﻓﻲ!‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﻬﺎﺭﻱﺍﺕ ﭼﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﻱ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻦ‪:‬‬ ‫ﮔﻠﺴﺮﺥ ِ ﺧﻮﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺳﻮﺳﻨﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺁﺏ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﮐﻬﻦ‬ ‫ﺗﺎﺯﻩﺷﺎﻥ ﮐﻦ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺑﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺯﻻﻝ‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻤﻪﻱ ﺻﺎﻓﻲ!‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﻫﺎﻧﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮﺥ ﺍﺳﺖ ﻭ ﺧﺸﮏ‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻲ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻦ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺟﺰ ﻃﻌﻢ ﺍﺳﺘﺨﻮﺍﻥﻫﺎﻱ‬ ‫ﺟﻤﺠﻤﻪﻱ ﺑﺰﺭﮔﻢ ﻫﻴﭻ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ِ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ ِ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻳﻲ ﻗﺪﻳﻤﻲ‬ ‫ﻧﻮﺵ ﮐﻦ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺑﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺯﻻﻝ‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻤﻪﻱ ﺻﺎﻓﻲ!‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻧﭽﻪ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻱ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻦ‪:‬‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻡ ﺗﺎ ﻣﺠﻮﺳﺎﻥ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺷﺎﻫﺪُﺧﺘﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻴﺎﺑﻢ!‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺭﺍﻩ ﺷﺎﻋﺮﺍﻥ ﺳﺎﻟﺨﻮﺭﺩﻩ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻧﺸﺎﻧﺖ ﺩﺍﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻦ‪:‬‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻤﻪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺟﻮﺑﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﮐﻬﻦ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ‪:‬‬ ‫ﭘﺲ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺧﺸﮑﻲﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺑﺴﻲ ﺩﻭﺭﺗﺮ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻲ ﺭﻓﺖ؟‬ ‫ﻣﻦ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﻝ ﺍﺑﺮﻳﺸﻤﻴﻦ ﻣﻦ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺍﺯ ﺻﺪﺍﻫﺎ ﻭ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﺎﻳﻲﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻫﻴﺎﺑﺎﻧﮓ ِ ﮔﻤﺸﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺳﻮﺳﻦﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﭙﻴﺪ ﻭ ﻣﮕﺴﺎﻥ ﻋﺴﻞ‬ ‫ﺳﺮﺷﺎﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺭﻓﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺳﻮﻱ ﮐﻮﻫﺴﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﺍﺳﻮﻱ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﮔﺎﻥ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺍﺯ ﺳَﺮﻭَﺭﻡ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﻣﺴﻴﺢ‪ ،‬ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺡ ﮐﻬﻦ ِ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﻴﻢ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻓﺴﺎﻧﻪﻫﺎ ﻗﻮﺕ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻓﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺎﺯ ﭘﺲ ﺩﻫﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺷﺒﮑﻼﻩ ﭘﺸﻤﻴﻨﻢ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺷﻤﺸﻴﺮ ﭼﻮﺑﻴﻨﻢ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ‪:‬‬ ‫ﭘﺲ ﺗﻮ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺁﻭﺍﺯﺧﻮﺍﻧﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﻴﺪﺍﻧﭽﻪ ﻭﺍ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺍﺭﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺑﺎﺭﻩﻱ ﺯﻻﻝ‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻤﻪﻱ ﺻﺎﻓﻲ!‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺩﻣﮑﺎﻥ ِ ﮔﺸﺎﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺷﺎﺧﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﺸﮏ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺯﺧﻢﺷﺎﻥ ﺯﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺑﺮﮒﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﺰﺍﻥ ﺯﺩﻩ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ ﺳﻪ ﺭﻭﺩﺑﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﭘﻬﻨﺎﺏ ﮔﻮﺍﺩﻝ ﮐﻮﻳﺮ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺯﻳﺘﻮﻥﺯﺍﺭﺍﻥ ﻭ ﻧﺎﺭﻧﺠﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺩﺑﺎﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﻭﮔﺎﻧﻪﻱ ﻏﺮﻧﺎﻃﻪ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﻑ ﺑﻪ ﮔﻨﺪﻡ ﻓﺮﻭﺩ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ ﻋﺸﻖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻧﻴﺎﻣﺪ!‬ ‫ﭘﻬﻨﺎﺏ ِ ﮔﻮﺍﺩﻝ ﮐﻮﻳﺮ‬ ‫ﺭﻳﺸﻲ ﻟﻌﻠﮕﻮﻧﻪ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺭﻭﺩﺑﺎﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﻏﺮﻧﺎﻃﻪ‬ ‫ﻳﮑﻲ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﻳﮑﻲ ﺧﻮﻥ ﻣﻲﻓﺸﺎﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ ﻋﺸﻖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮﺑﺎﺩ ﺷﺪ!‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﺯﻭﺭﻕﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﺎﺩﺑﺎﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﺳﻪﻭﻳﻞ‪ ١٨‬ﺭﺍ ﻣﻌﺒﺮﻱ ﻫﺴﺖ؛‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺁﺏ ﻏﺮﻧﺎﻃﻪ ﺍﻣﺎ‬ ‫ﺗﻨﻬﺎ ﺁﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﭘﺎﺭﻭ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ ﻋﺸﻖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻧﻴﺎﻣﺪ!‬ ‫ﮔﻮﺍﺩﻝ ﮐﻮﻳﺮ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺝ ِ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻧﺎﺭﻧﺠﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻨﻴﻞ ﻭ ﺩﺍﺭﻭ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺑﺮﺝﻫﺎﻱ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻣﺮﺩﻩﮔﺎﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﭘﻬﻨﻪﻱ ﺁﺑﮕﻴﺮﻫﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ ﻋﺸﻖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺷﺪ!‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﮔﻔﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺁﺏ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺑﺮﺩ ﺗﺎﻻﺏﺗﺸﻲ ﺍﺯ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ؟‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ ﻋﺸﻖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺷﺪ ﻭ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻧﻴﺎﻣﺪ!‬ ‫ﺑﻬﺎﺭ ﻧﺎﺭﻧﺞ ﺭﺍ ﻭ ﺯﻳﺘﻮﻥ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺁﻧﺪﻟﺲ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎﻳﺖ ﺑﺒﺮ!‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﻐﺎ ﻋﺸﻖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﺮ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺷﺪ!‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺍﻱ ﮐﻮﻧﺠﻴﺘﺎ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎﻟﻮﺭﮐﺎ‬

‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻫﻨﮕﺮ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﭘﺎﭼﻴﻦ ِ ﺳﻨﺒﻞﺍﻟﻄﻴﺐﺍﺵ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﭽﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻭ ﺧﻴﺮﻩ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﻧﮕﺎﻫﺶ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪ ،‬ﻧﮕﺎﻫﺶ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻧﺴﻴﻤﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻲﻭﺯﺩ‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺣﺮﮐﺖ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﻔﻴﺪ ِ ﺳﻔﺖ ِ ﻓﻠﺰﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻫﻮﺱ ﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰ ﻭ ﭘﺎﮎ‪ ،‬ﻋﺮﻳﺎﻥ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﻫﻲ! ﺑﺮﻭ! ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ!‬‫ﮐﻮﻟﻲﻫﺎ ﺍﮔﺮ ﺳﺮ ﺭﺳﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺩﻝﺍﺕ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺮ ﻭ ﺳﻴﻨﻪﺭﻳﺰ ﻣﻲﺳﺎﺯﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺑﭽﻪ‪ ،‬ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ ﺑﺮﻗﺼﻢ‪.‬‬‫ﺗﺎ ﺳﻮﺍﺭﻫﺎ ﺑﻴﺎﻳﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺗﻮ ﺑﺮ ﺳﻨﺪﺍﻥ ﺧﻔﺘﻪﺍﻱ‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎﻱ ﮐﻮﭼﮑﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺘﻪﺍﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﻫﻲ! ﺑﺮﻭ! ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ!‬‫ﺻﺪﺍﻱ ﭘﺎﻱ ﺍﺳﺐ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺭﺍﺣﺘﻢ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭ‪.‬‬‫ﺳﻔﻴﺪﻱ ِ ﺁﻫﺎﺭﻱﺍﻡ ﺭﺍ ﻣﭽﺎﻟﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫□‬ ‫ﻃﺒﻞ ِ ﺟﻠﮕﻪ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻮﺑﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺳﻮﺍﺭ‪ ،‬ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮏ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺁﻫﻨﮕﺮﺧﺎﻧﻪﻱ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺵ‬ ‫ﺑﭽﻪ‪ ،‬ﭼﺸﻢﻫﺎﻱ ﮐﻮﭼﮑﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺘﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻮﻟﻴﺎﻥ ‪ -‬ﻣﻔﺮﻍ ﻭ ﺭﻭﻳﺎ ‪-‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺟﺎﻧﺐ ﺯﻳﺘﻮﻥ ﺯﺍﺭﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﭘﻴﺶ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﮔﺮﺩﻩﻱ ﺍﺳﺐﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮔﺮﺩﻥﻫﺎ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺑﺮﺍﻓﺮﺍﺧﺘﻪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻧﮕﺎﻩﻫﺎ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺁﻟﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﺵ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺍﺯ ﻓﺮﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﺧﺘﺶ‪،‬‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﺧﻮﺵ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ ﺷﺒﮕﻴﺮ!‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺮ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺭﺩ؛‬ ‫ﻣﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﻫﻤﺮﺍﻩ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﻲ‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﺶ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﻫﻨﮕﺮﺧﺎﻧﻪ‪ ،‬ﮔﺮﺩ ﺑﺮ ﮔﺮﺩ ِ ﺳﻨﺪﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﻟﻴﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻮﻣﻴﺪﻱ ﮔﺮﻳﺎﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﻧﺴﻴﻢ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﻫﺸﻴﺎﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﻧﺴﻴﻢ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻮﺷﻴﺎﺭﻱ ﺑﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﺁﺏ ﺩﺭﻳﺎ‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﺧﻨﺪﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﻭﺭ ﺩﺳﺖ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﮐﻒ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻟﺐﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺗﻮ ﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﻓﺮﻭﺷﻲ‬‫ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻏﻤﮕﻴﻦ ﺳﻴﻨﻪ ﻋﺮﻳﺎﻥ؟‬ ‫ ﻣﻦ ﺁﺏ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ‬‫ﻣﻲﻓﺮﻭﺷﻢ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﭘﺴﺮ ﺳﻴﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﻗﺎﺗﻲ ِ ﺧﻮﻧﺖ‬‫ﭼﻲ ﺩﺍﺭﻱ؟‬ ‫ ﺁﺏ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ‬‫ﺩﺍﺭﻡ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺍﺷﮏﻫﺎﻱ ﺷﻮﺭ‬‫ﺍﺯ ﮐﺠﺎ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﺩﺭ؟‬ ‫ ﺁﺏ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻦ‬‫ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﻢ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ ﺩﻝ ﻣﻦ ﻭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺗﻠﺨﻲ ﺑﻲﻧﻬﺎﻳﺖ‬‫ﺳﺮﭼﺸﻤﻪﺍﺵ ﮐﺠﺎﺳﺖ؟‬ ‫ ﺁﺏ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻫﺎ‬‫ﺳﺨﺖ ﺗﻠﺦ ﺍﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﺁﻗﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻳﺎ ﺧﻨﺪﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ‪،‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﮐﻒ ﻭ‬ ‫ﻟﺐﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻥ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﻧﺎﺳﺮﻭﺩﻩ‬ ‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻳﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ‬ ‫ﺧﻔﺘﻪﺳﺖ ﺭﻭﻱ ﻟﺒﺎﻧﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻳﻲ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ﻣﻦ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﻻﻱ ﭘﻴﭽﮏ‬ ‫ﮐﺮﻡ ﺷﺐﺗﺎﺑﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻣﺎﻩ ﻧﻴﺶ ﻣﻲﺯﺩ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﻧﻮﺭ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﺮ ﺁﺏ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﺷﺪ ﭘﺲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻳﺪﻡ ﺑﻪ ﺭﻭﻳﺎ‬ ‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻳﻲ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻧﺨﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺳﺮﻭﺩ ﻣﻦ ﻫﺮﮔﺰ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻳﻲ ﭘُﺮ ﺍﺯ ﻟﺐﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﺍﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﺳﺎﻋﺎﺕ ﮔﻤﺸﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺎﻳﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺗﺎﺭ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪﻱ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﺯﻧﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺟﺎﻭﺩﺍﻥ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻏﺰﻝ ﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭ ﺻﺒﺤﮕﺎﻫﻲ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﻨﺪﺭﮔﺎﻩ »ﺍﻟﻮﻳﺮﺍ«‬ ‫ﺑﺮﺁﻧﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻋﺒﻮﺭﺕ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺒﻴﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺑﻪ ﻧﺎﻣﺖ ﺑﺸﻨﺎﺳﻢ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﺑﻨﺸﻴﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺪﺍﻣﻴﻦ ﻫﻼﻝ ِ ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮ ِ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﻧُﻪ‬ ‫ﺭﺧﺎﻧﺖ ﺭﺍ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﭘﺮﻳﺪﻩﺭﻧﮓ ﮐﺮﺩﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ؟‬ ‫ﺑﺬﺭ ِ ﺷﻌﻠﻪ ﻭﺭﺕ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﮐﺴﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺮ ﺑﺮﻑﻫﺎ ﺑﺮﻣﻲﭼﻴﻨﺪ؟‬ ‫ﮐﺪﺍﻡ ﺩﺷﻨﻪﻱ ﮐﻮﺗﺎﻩ ِ ﮐﺎﮐﺘﻮﺱ‬ ‫ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻗﺘﻞ ﻣﻲﺭﺳﺎﻧﺪ؟‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﻨﺪﺭﮔﺎﻩ ﺍﻟﻮﻳﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﻋﺒﻮﺭ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﻧﮕﺎﻫﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻨﻮﺷﻢ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﺑﻨﺸﻴﻨﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﺯﺍﺭﮔﺎﻩ‪ ،‬ﭼﻪ ﮔﻮﻧﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯﻱ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﮐﻴﻔﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺳﺮ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﻲ؟‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﻗﺮﻧﻔﻞ ِ ﻫﺬﻳﺎﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺗﺎﭘﻮﻫﺎﻱ ﮔﻨﺪﻡ!‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﺩﻭﺭﻡ ‪ -‬ﺁﻩ ‪ -‬ﺩﺭ ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺗﻮ‪،‬‬ ‫ﭼﻪ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮏ‪ ،‬ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻣﻲ ﮐﻪ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻱ!‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺑﻨﺪﺭﮔﺎﻩ ﺍﻟﻮﻳﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﻋﺒﻮﺭ ﺗﻮ ﺭﺍ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﻢ‬ ‫ﺗﺎ ﺭﺍﻥﻫﺎﻳﺖ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻲﺧﺒﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺮﮐﺸﻢ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﺑﻨﺸﻴﻨﻢ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﭼﺸﻢﺍﻧﺪﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﭘﻬﻨﻪﻱ ﺯﻳﺘﻮﻥﺯﺍﺭ‬ ‫ﻫﻤﭽﻮﻥ ﺑﺎﺩﺯﻧﻲ‬ ‫ﺑﺴﺘﻪ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ ﻭ ﻣﻲﮔﺸﺎﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻓﺮﺍﺯ ﺯﻳﺘﻮﻥﺯﺍﺭ‬ ‫ﺁﺳﻤﺎﻧﻲ ﻓﺮﻭﺭﻳﺨﺘﻪ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻧﻲ ﺗﻴﺮﻩ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﺳﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻟﺐ ﺭﻭﺩ‬ ‫ﺟﮕﻦ ﻭ ﺳﺎﻳﻪ ﺭﻭﺷﻦ ﻣﻲﻟﺮﺯﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻮﺍﻱ ﺗﻴﺮﻩ ﭼﻨﺒﺮﻩ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺧﺘﺎﻥ ﺯﻳﺘﻮﻥ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﺳﻨﮕﻴﻦ ﺍﺳﺖ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﮔﻠﻪﻳﻲ ﺍﺯ‬ ‫ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﮔﺎﻥ ﺍﺳﻴﺮ‬ ‫ﺩُﻡ ِ ﺑﺴﻴﺎﺭ ﺑﻠﻨﺪﺷﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻇﻠﻤﺎﺕ ﻣﻲﺟﻨﺒﺎﻧﻨﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺁﻱ!‬ ‫ﻓﺮﻳﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﺩ‬ ‫ﺳﺎﻳﻪﻱ ﺳﺮﻭﻱ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎﻱ ﻣﻲﮔﺬﺍﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫]ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﮐﺸﺘﺰﺍﺭ‬ ‫ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﮐﻨﻢ[ ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺟﻬﺎﻥ ﻫﻤﻪ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺩﺭ ﻫﻢ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﺧﺎﻣﻮﺷﻲ ﻫﻴﭻ ﺑﺎﻗﻲ ﻧﻤﺎﻧﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫]ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﮐﺸﺘﺰﺍﺭ‬ ‫ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﮐﻨﻢ[ ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻓﻖ ﺑﻲﺭﻭﺷﻨﺎﻳﻲ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺟﺮﻗﻪﻫﺎ ﺑﻪ ﺩﻧﺪﺍﻥ ﮔﺰﻳﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺷﻤﺎ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ‪] ،‬ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﮐﺸﺘﺰﺍﺭ‬ ‫ﮔﺮﻳﻪ ﮐﻨﻢ[ ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﮐﻤﺎﻧﺪﺍﺭﺍﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻤﺎﻧﺪﺍﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﻋﺒﻮﺱ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﻪﻭﻳﻞ ﻧﺰﺩﻳﮏ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻮﺍﺩﻝ ﮐﻮﻳﺮ ﺑﻲﺩﻓﺎﻉ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻼﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﭘﻬﻦ ِ ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮﻱ‬ ‫ﺷﻨﻞﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ِ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻩ‪ ،‬ﮔﻮﺍﺩﻝ ﮐﻮﻳﺮ!‬ ‫ﺁﻧﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺩﻳﺎﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﺩﻭﺭﺩﺳﺖ ِ ﭘﺮﻳﺸﺎﻧﻲ ﻭ ﺫﻟﺖ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﮔﻮﺍﺩﺍﻝ ﮐﻮﻳﺮ ِ ﺑﻲﺩﻓﺎﻉ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺯﺍﻏﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺗﻨﮓ ﻭ ﭘﻴﭻ ِ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻭ ﺑﻠﻮﺭ ﻭ ﺳﻨﮓ‬ ‫ﻣﻲﺭﻭﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺁﻩ‪ ،‬ﮔﻮﺍﺩﻝ ﮐﻮﻳﺮ!‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﻧﻐﻤﻪ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺘﺎﻳﺶ ﻟﻮﭘﻪ ﺩ ِ ﻭِﮔﺎ‬

‫ﺑﺮ ﮐﻨﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎﻱ ﺭﻭﺩ‬ ‫ﺷﺐ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻨﮕﺮﻳﺪ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺏ ﻏﻮﻃﻪ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺮ ﭘﺴﺘﺎﻥﻫﺎﻱ ﻟﻮﻟﻴﺘﺎ‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﻪﮔﻞﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻣﻲﻣﻴﺮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﻪ ﮔﻞﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻣﻲﻣﻴﺮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﻓﺮﺍﺯ ﭘﻞﻫﺎﻱ ﺍﺳﻔﻨﺪﻣﺎﻩ‬ ‫ﺷﺐ ﻋﺮﻳﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯﻱ ﺑﻢ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺎﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺗﻦ ﻣﻲﺷﻮﻳﺪ ﻟﻮﻟﻴﺘﺎ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺁﺏ ِ ﺷﻮﺭ ﻭ ﺳﻨﺒﻞ ِ ﺭﻭﻣﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﻪﮔﻞﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻣﻲﻣﻴﺮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺷﺐ ِ ﺍﻧﻴﺴﻮﻥ ﻭ ﻧﻘﺮﻩ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺑﺎﻡﻫﺎﻱ ﺷﻬﺮ ﻣﻲﺩﺭﺧﺸﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻘﺮﻩﻱ ﺁﺏﻫﺎﻱ ﺁﻳﻨﻪﻭﺍﺭ ﻭ‬ ‫ﺍﻧﻴﺴﻮﻥ ِ ﺭﺍﻥﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﭙﻴﺪ ﺗﻮ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﻪ ﮔﻞﻫﺎ ﺍﺯ ﻋﺸﻖ ﻣﻲﻣﻴﺮﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻭﺭﺍﻱ ﺟﻬﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻣﺎﻧﻮﺋﻞ ﺍﻧﮕﻠﺰ ﺍﻭﺭﻳﺘﺲ‬

‫ﺻﺤﻨﻪ‬ ‫ﺩﮊﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺮ ﺑﻪ ﻓﻠﮏ ﮐﺸﻴﺪﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﻬﻨﺎﺏﻫﺎﻱ ﻋﻈﻴﻢ‬ ‫ﻓﺮﺷﺘﻪ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺮﻱ ِ ﺯﻧﺎﺷﻮﻳﻲ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻧﻴﺎﮐﺎﻧﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺳﺖ ﻣﻲﮐﺮﺩﻧﺪ ﺑﺮﺩﺍﺭ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺻﺪ ﺩﺳﺖ‪ ،‬ﺯﻳﺮ ﺳﻨﮕﻴﻨﻲ ِ ﺧﺎﮎ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺑﻲﺑﻬﺮﻩﮔﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺁﻥ ﺍﻧﺪﻭﻩ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ‪:‬‬ ‫ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮ ﺁﻧﻢ ﮐﻪ ﺩﺭ ﺩﺳﺘﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﮔﻞ ِ ﺳﺘﺮﮒ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺎﻥ ﺭﺍ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﮐﻨﻢ‪،‬‬ ‫ﮐﻨﺎﻳﺘﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺮﻱ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺎﻥ ﺁﻥ ﻧﻴﺴﺘﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﮊﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺮ ﺑﻪ ﻓﻠﮏ ﮐﺸﻴﺪﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭘﻬﻨﺎﺏﻫﺎﻱ ﻋﻈﻴﻢ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﮐﺎﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﮐﺎﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺩﻝ ﻓﺮﻭﻣﻲﻧﺸﻴﻨﺪ‬ ‫ﭼﻮﻥ ﺗﻴﻐﻪﻱ ﮔﺎﻭﺁﻫﻦ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺻﺤﺮﺍ‬ ‫ﻧﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﺷﺖ ﺗﻦ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﺦﺍﺵ ﻧﮑﻦ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﺎﺭﺩ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻫﻤﭽﻮﻥ ﭘﺮّﻩﻱ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺁﺗﺶ ﻣﻲﮐﺸﺪ‬ ‫ﺍﻋﻤﺎﻕ ﺧﻮﻑﺍﻧﮕﻴﺰ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﮔﻮﺷﺖ ﺗﻦ ﻣﻦ‬ ‫ﻣﻴﺦﺍﺵ ﻧﮑﻦ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻧﻪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺩﺭ ﻣﺪﺭﺳﻪ‬ ‫ﺁﻣﻮﺯﮔﺎﺭ‪:‬‬ ‫ﮐﺪﺍﻡ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺷﻮ ﻣﻲﮐﻨﺪ؟‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮎ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻫﻤﻪﻱ ﻫﻮﺱﻫﺎ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻣﻮﺯﮔﺎﺭ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺩ‪ ،‬ﺑﻪﺍﺵ‬ ‫ﭼﺸﻢ ﺭﻭﺷﻨﻲ ﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ؟‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮎ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺳﺘﻪﻱ ﻭﺭﻕﻫﺎﻱ ﺑﺎﺯﻱ‬ ‫ﻭ ﮔﺮﺩﺑﺎﺩﻫﺎﻱ ﻃﻼﻳﻲ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻣﻮﺯﮔﺎﺭ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﺩﺭ ﻋﻮﺽ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺍﻭ ﭼﻪ ﻣﻲﺩﻫﺪ؟‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮎ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﻟﮏ ِ ﺑﻲﺷﻴﻠﻪ ﭘﻴﻠﻪﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺁﻣﻮﺯﮔﺎﺭ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺧﺘﺮﮎ‬ ‫ﺍﺳﻤﺶ ﭼﻴﺴﺖ؟‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮎ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺍﺳﻤﺶ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ ﺍﺯ ﺍﺳﺮﺍﺭ ﺍﺳﺖ!‬ ‫]ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩﻱ ﻣﺪﺭﺳﻪ‪ ،‬ﭘﺮﺩﻩﻳﻲ ﺍﺯ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩﻫﺎ ﺩﺍﺭﺩ[ ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﻗﺼﻴﺪﻩﻱ ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮﺍﻥ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺷﺎﺧﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﻏﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﺩﻭ ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ ِ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﮏ ﺩﻳﺪﻡ‪،‬‬ ‫ﻳﮑﻲ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺁﻥ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﻱ‪ ،‬ﻣﺎﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﻫﻤﺴﺎﻳﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ! )ﺑﺎ ﺁﻧﺎﻥ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ(‪.‬‬ ‫ﮔﻮﺭ ﻣﻦ ﮐﺠﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺑﻮﺩ؟«‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺩﺭ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻟﻪﻱ ﺩﺍﻣﻦ ِ ﻣﻦ« ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﮔﻔﺖ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺩﺭ ﮔﻠﻮﮔﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ« ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﮔﻔﺖ ﻣﺎﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﻣﻦ ﮐﻪ ﺯﻣﻴﻦ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﮔُﺮﺩﻩﻱ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢ ﻭ ﭘﻴﺶ ﻣﻲﺭﻓﺘﻢ‬ ‫ﺩﻭ ﻋﻘﺎﺏ ﺩﻳﺪﻡ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﻑ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺧﺘﺮﻱ ﺳﺮﺍﭘﺎ ﻋﺮﻳﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﮐﻪ ﻳﮑﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺧﺘﺮ ﻫﻴﭻ ﮐﺲ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﻋﻘﺎﺑﺎﻥ ﮐﻮﭼﮏ! )ﺑﺪﺍﻧﺎﻥ ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ(‬ ‫ﮔﻮﺭ ﻣﻦ ﮐﺠﺎ ﺧﻮﺍﻫﺪ ﺑﻮﺩ؟«‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺩﺭ ﺩﻧﺒﺎﻟﻪﻱ ﺩﺍﻣﻦ ِ ﻣﻦ« ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﮔﻔﺖ ﺧﻮﺭﺷﻴﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫»‪ -‬ﺩﺭ ﮔﻠﻮﮔﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ« ﭼﻨﻴﻦ ﮔﻔﺖ ﻣﺎﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺷﺎﺧﺴﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺩﺭﺧﺖ ﻏﺎﺭ‬ ‫ﺩﻭ ﮐﺒﻮﺗﺮ ﻋﺮﻳﺎﻥ ﺩﻳﺪﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻳﮑﻲ ﺩﻳﮕﺮﻱ ﺑﻮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﻫﺮ ﺩﻭ ﻫﻴﭻ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻧﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺧﻮﺩﮐﺸﻲ‬ ‫)ﺷﺎﻳﺪ ﺑﺪﺍﻥ ﺳﺒﺐ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﻫﻨﺪﺳﻪ ﺁﮔﺎﻩ ﻧﺒﻮﺩﻱ (‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻣﻲﺭﻓﺖ‬ ‫ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺩﻩ ﺻﺒﺢ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﻟﺶ ﺍﻧﺪﮎ ﺍﻧﺪﮎ‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﮔﻞﻫﺎﻱ ﻟﺘﻪﭘﺎﺭﻩ ﻭ ﺑﺎﻝﻫﺎﻱ ﺩﺭﻫﻢ ﺷﮑﺴﺘﻪ ﺁﮐﻨﺪﻩ ﻣﻲﺷﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﺁﻭﺭﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺑﺮﺍﻳﺶ ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺑﺎﻗﻲ ﻧﻤﺎﻧﺪﻩ‬ ‫ﺍﺳﺖ ﺟﺰ ﺟﻤﻠﻪﻳﻲ ﺑﺮ ﻟﺒﺎﻧﺶ‬ ‫ﻭ ﭼﻮﻥ ﺩﺳﺘﮑﺶﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺩﺭﺁﻭﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮ ﻧﺮﻣﻲ ﺭﺍ ﮐﻪ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺳﺖﻫﺎﻳﺶ ﻓﺮﻭﺭﻳﺨﺖ ﺑﺪﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﮔﺎﻩ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺑﺮﺟﻲ ﺩﻳﺪﻩ ﻣﻲﺷﺪ‪-.‬‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺮﺝ ﻭ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﭼﻨﺎﻥ ﭘﻨﺪﺍﺷﺖ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺎﻋﺖ ﺍﺯ ﻣﻴﺎﻥ ﻗﺎﺑﺶ‬ ‫ﺧﻴﺮﻩ ﺑﺮ ﺍﻭ ﭼﺸﻢ ﺩﻭﺧﺘﻪ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺳﺎﻳﻪﻱ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﻧﻈﺮ ﺁﻭﺭﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺁﺭﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﺮ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﻥ ﺳﻔﻴﺪ ﺍﺑﺮﻳﺸﻤﻴﻦ ﺩﺭﺍﺯ ﮐﺸﻴﺪﻩ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺟﻮﺍﻥ‪ ،‬ﺳﺨﺖ ﻭ ﻫﻨﺪﺳﻲ‪،‬‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺿﺮﺑﺖ ﺗﺒﺮﻱ ﺁﻳﻨﻪ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻢ ﺩﺭﺷﮑﺴﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺪﻳﻦ ﺣﺮﮐﺖ‪ ،‬ﻓﻮﺍﺭﻩﻱ ﺑﻠﻨﺪ ﺳﺎﻳﻪﻳﻲ‬ ‫ﺁﺭﺍﻣﮕﺎﻩ ﺧﻴﺎﻟﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺭ ﺁﺏ ﻏﺮﻗﻪ ﮐﺮﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺧﻮﺁﻥ ﺑﺮﻩﻭﺍ‬ ‫ﻏﻮﻝﺁﺳﺎ ﭘﻴﮑﺮﻱ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ ﻭ‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻧﻪ ﺻﺪﺍﻳﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻫﻴﭻ ﭼﻴﺰ ﺑﻪ ﺗﺤﺮﻳﺮ ﺻﺪﺍﻱ ﺍﻭ ﻣﺎﻧﻨﺪ ﻧﺒﻮﺩ‪:‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺩ ﻣﻄﻠﻖ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﻫﻨﮕﺎﻡ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻥ‬ ‫ﺯﻳﺮ ﻧﻘﺎﺏ ﺗﺒﺴﻤﻲ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻟﻴﻤﻮﺯﺍﺭﺍﻥ ِ ﻣﺎﻻﮔﺎﻱ ﺧﻮﺍﺏ ﺁﻟﻮﺩﻩ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﻣﻲﺁﻭﺭﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺷِﮑﻮﻩﺍﺵ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻃﻌﻢ ﻧﻤﮏ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻳﻲ ﺑﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻭ ﻧﻴﺰ ﭼﻮﻥ ﻫﻮﻣﺮ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﻧﺎﺑﻴﻨﺎﻳﻲ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺻﺪﺍﻳﺶ ﺩﺭ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻧﻬﻔﺘﻪ ﺩﺍﺷﺖ‬ ‫ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺍﺯ ﺩﺭﻳﺎﻱ ﺑﻲﻧﻮﺭ ﻭ‬ ‫ﭼﻴﺰﻱ ﺍﺯ ﻧﺎﺭﻧﺞ ِ ﭼﻠﻴﺪﻩ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﻗﺼﻴﺪﻩﻱ ﺍﺷﮏﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﭘﻨﺠﺮﻩﻱ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺴﺘﻪﺍﻡ‬ ‫ﭼﺮﺍ ﮐﻪ ﻧﻤﻲﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺯﺍﺭﻱﻫﺎ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺸﻨﻮﻡ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺍﻳﻦ ﻫﻤﻪ‪ ،‬ﺍﺯ ﭘﺲ ﺩﻳﻮﺍﺭﻫﺎﻱ ﺧﺎﮐﺴﺘﺮ‬ ‫ﻫﻴﭻ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﺯﺍﺭﻱ ﻧﻤﻲﺗﻮﺍﻥ ﺷﻨﻴﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻓﺮﺷﺘﻪﮔﺎﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺁﻭﺍﺯ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺖ ﺷﻤﺎﺭﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺳﮕﺎﻧﻲ ﮐﻪ ﺑﻼﻳﻨﺪ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺖ ﺷﻤﺎﺭﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﻫﺰﺍﺭ ﺳﺎﺯ ﺩﺭ ﮐﻒ ﻣﻦ ﻣﻲﮔﻨﺠﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﻣﺎ ﺯﺍﺭﻱ ﺳﮕﻲ ﺳﺘﺮﮒ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺍﻣﺎ ﺯﺍﺭﻱ ﻓﺮﺷﺘﻪﻳﻲ ﺳﺘﺮﮒ ﺍﺳﺖ‬ ‫ﺯﺍﺭﻱ ﺳﺎﺯﻱ ﺳﺘﺮﮒ ﺍﺳﺖ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺯﺍﺭﻱ ﺑﺎﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﺳﺮ ﻧﻴﺰﻩ ﺯﺧﻢ ﻣﻲﺯﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺰ ﺯﺍﺭﻱ ﻫﻴﭻ ﻧﻤﻲﺗﻮﺍﻥ ﺷﻨﻴﺪ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﻏﺮﻭﺏ‬ ‫)ﺁﻳﺎ ﻟﻮﺳﻲ ِ ﻣﻦ ﭘﺎ ﺩﺭ ﺟﻮﻳﺒﺎﺭ ﻧﻬﺎﺩﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ؟(‬ ‫ﺳﻪ ﺳﭙﻴﺪﺍﺭ ﮔﺸﻦ‬ ‫ﻳﮏ ﺳﺘﺎﺭﻩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺳﮑﻮﺕ ﻓﺮﻭﺧﻮﺭﺩﻩﻱ ﻏﻮﮐﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺗﻮﺭ ﻧﺎﺯﮐﻲ ﺭﺍ ﻣﺎﻧﺪ‬ ‫ﺳﻮﺯﻥﺩﻭﺯﻱ ﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻪ ﻧﻘﺶﻫﺎﻱ ﺳﺒﺰ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻨﺎﺭ ﺭﻭﺩ‬ ‫ﺩﺭﺧﺘﻲ ﺧﺸﮏ‬ ‫ﺧﻮﺩ ﺭﺍ ﺷﮑﻮﻓﺎ ﺷﺪﻩ ﻣﻲﻳﺎﺑﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﺎ ﺩﻭﺍﻳﺮ ﺩﺭﻫﻢ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﻭﻳﺎﻫﺎﻱ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺮ ﺁﺏ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺳﻮﻱ ﺩﺧﺘﺮﻱ ﺍﺯ ﻏﺮﻧﺎﻃﻪ ﻣﻲﮔﺮﻳﺰﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺑﺪﺭﻭﺩ‬ ‫ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣُﺮﺩﻡ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ِ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﮐﻮﺩﮎ ﭘﺮﺗﻘﺎﻝ ﻣﻲﺧﻮﺭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫]ﺍﺯ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﻤﺶ[ ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭﻭﮔﺮ ﮔﻨﺪﻡ ﻣﻲﺩﺭﻭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫]ﺍﺯ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺧﻮﺩ ﻣﻲﺑﻴﻨﻤﺶ[ ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺍﮔﺮ ﻣُﺮﺩﻡ‬ ‫ﺑﺎﺯ ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﻳﺪ ﺩﺭ ِ ﻣﻬﺘﺎﺑﻲ ﺭﺍ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺍﻧﻪ ﺷﺮﻗﻲ ﻭ ﺍﺷﻌﺎﺭ ﺩﻳﮕﺮ‪ :‬ﻓﺪﺭﻳﻜﻮ ﮔﺎﺭﺳﻴﺎ ﻟﻮﺭﻛﺎ‬

‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺳﺒﺪﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﺩﻻﻝ ﮔُﻞ‬ ‫ﺳﺒﺪﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎ ﺧﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺑﺎﻍ ﺑﺮﺩ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺑﺎ ﺍﻧﺒﻮﻩ ِ ﻋﻄﺮﻫﺎﻳﺶ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻭ ﺁﻥ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﻲﺭﻭﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺷﺐ‪ ،‬ﺭﻭﺡ ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﮔﺎﻥ ِ ﮐﻬﻦ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﺷﺎﺧﺴﺎﺭﺍﻥ ﺧﻮﻳﺶ ﺑﺎﺯﻣﻲﮔﺮﺩﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﻭ ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﺑﻴﺸﻪﻱ ﺍﻧﺒﻮﻩ ﮐﻪ ﺳﺮﭼﺸﻤﻪﻱ ﺍﺷﮏ ﻣﻲﺧﺸﮑﺪ‬ ‫ﺑﻪ ﻧﻐﻤﻪ ﺳﺮﺍﻳﻲ ﺩﺭﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺍﻳﻦ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ﺍﺯ ﭘﺲ ﺟﻌﺒﻪﺁﻳﻨﺪﻩﻱ ﻧﺎﻣﺮﻳﻲ ِ ﺳﺎﻝﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﮔﻞﻫﺎ‬ ‫ﻫﻤﭽﻮﻥ ﺑﻴﻨﻲ ﮐﻮﺩﮐﺎﻥ ﺑﻪ ﭼﺸﻢ ﻣﻲﺁﻳﺪ‬ ‫ﭘﺨﭻ‪ ،‬ﺩﺭ ﭘﺲ ِ ﺷﻴﺸﻪﻫﺎﻱ ﻣﻪﺁﻟﻮﺩ‪.‬‬ ‫ﺩﻻﻝ ﮔُﻞ ﺩﺭ ﺑﺎﻍ‬ ‫ﺍﺷﮏﺭﻳﺰﺍﻥ ﺑﺎﺯ ﻣﻲﮔﺸﺎﻳﺪ ﮐﺘﺎﺏ ِ ﮔُﻞﺍﺵ ﺭﺍ‬ ‫ﻭ ﺭﻧﮓﻫﺎﻱ ﭘﺮﻳﺸﺎﻥ‬ ‫ﺩﺭ ﺳﺒﺪﺵ ﺭﻧﮓ ﻣﻲﺑﺎﺯﺩ‪.‬‬

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‫ﺗﺮﺟﻤﺔ ﺍﺣﻤﺪ ﺷﺎﻣﻠﻮ‬

‫ﺁﻟﺒﻮﻡ ﻋﻜﺲ ﻫﺎ‬

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