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luni, 24 iunie 2013

WHEN EROS SINGS - CAND EROS CANTA - BY MUNIR MEZYED, TRANSLATED BY HAMINIA HAAR INTO ROMANIAN




EROS CANTA IN MEMORIA MEA

Munir Mezyed


Translated by Haminia Haar 

into Romanian 


1.

Buzele hranesc foamea sanului
Arsita pasiunii,
Iar corpul tau inoata in spuma cerului
Astfel, oglinzile timpului se sparg in bucatele
In fiorul dorului..

2.


Dormind in bratele Amorului

Ea vede ploaia tipand intre sanii ei
Si din inaltimea visului umed
Cascada de stele cade peste cer ..

3.


Fluturasul
Se lipeste de respiratia mea
Cuvintele-mi tresar de sarmul ei
Astfel,  ma vad spaland esenta odei
Cu caldura laptelui dorintei
Extazul creatiei...

4.

Cand ecoul tacerii se intalneste cu aroma 
lui Dumnezeu
In cupa imaginatiei mele
Vad cuvintele sorbind sarmul sacru
Din razele Luminii,
Care se topesc in oda mea..

5.

Cand buzele tale se gandesc la ploaie,
Eu aduc ploaia deasa
Pana cand Universul este acoperit complet
cu apa mea..

6.

Umbra vocii tale striga in cuvantul ranit,
Aripile meditatiei flutura pe acoperisul tacerii 
rebele
Astfel ca ploaia imaginatiei se dizolva
Cu placere in mierea dorintei ..

7.


In lacrimile imaginatiei
Calugarii iubirii isi boteaza vocile,
Iar eu topesc cerul in buzele tale,
Ode..

8.


Iubito,

Eu sunt o barca plutind in apa respiratiei tale,
Iar buzele tale sunt vin ars de focul visului
Sorbindu-ma..

9.


Prin lacrimi dumnezeiesti,

Salciile deseneaza
Pe peretii templelor
Vocea mea,
Icoana vie !

10.


Degeaba cerul incearca sa priveasca oglinda

Care se uita la mine.
El isi varsa lacrimile pasiunii
Pe corpul femeii albastre
Zburand spre inima mea..

11.

Fii un fluture care surprinde
Floarea versurilor
Ca sa lase nectarul cuvintelor sa iasa din ea..

12.

Cuvantul pierdut in lacrimile cerului 
acoperit de vocea ta
Imbratiseaza o femeie care intreaba :
Este cineva care sta in lumina
Care vine din ochii lui Dumnezeu ?
Lacrimile raspund intrebarii ei :
Da, amintirile noastre ..

13.

Lacrimile tale sunt inceputul furtunii de zapada
Si eu sunt un nor insarcinat cu mierea in mana 
lui Dumnezeu
Recitand cuvintele creatiei..

14.

Floarea creatiei ii spune fluturelui din vis :
Voi fi un lac cu nectar pentru tine
Fluturele raspunde : Nu !
Eu vreau ca tu sa fii Oda care ploua lumina 
Ca sa umezeasca buzele vocii mele .

15.

Ea isi atarna rochiile dorintei sale pe corpul meu
Si ploaia poarta oglinzile vocii mele,
Furtuna incepe sa intrebe :
Va veni primavara devreme
Sau va ramane iarna eterna ?



***


WHEN EROS SINGS IN MY MEMORY


Munir Mezyed 


1

Lips feed your hungry breast
The heat of passion
And your body swims in the foam of sky
Thus the mirrors of time break into pieces
In the thrill of the flight

2

Sleeping between the arms of Eros
She sees the rain yelling between her breasts
And from the fingertips of the wet dream
Waterfall of stars flows on the body of the sky

3

Butterfly
Stuck in my breaths
Startles my words with her charm
Thus I see myself washing the body of the ode
With the warm milk of desire
The ecstasy of creation....

4

When the echo of silence mingles with the scent of God
In the cup of my imagination
I see the words sip the sacred charm
From the fingers of light
And melt in my ode....

5

When your lips think of the rain
I rain heavily
Till the universe is completely covered by my water.....

6

The shadow of your voice yells in the wounded word
The wings of meditation flutter on the roof of the rebellious silence
Thus the rain of imagination dissolves with pleasure in the honey of desire

7

In the tears of imagination
The monks of love baptize their voices
And I dissolve the heaven in your lips
Odes

8

Habibti
I am a boat floating in the water of your breaths
And your lips are burnt wine by the fire of dream
Drinking me

9

By the tear of Gods
The willow trees draw
On the walls of temples
My voice
A watery icon…

10

In vain
The sky tries to look in the mirror
That stares at me
It sheds its tears of passion
Over the flesh of blue woman
Flying to my heart

11

Be a butterfly that surprises
The flower of verses
In order to let the nectar of words drip out of it....

12

Lost word in the covered tears of the sky by your voice
Embraces a woman who asks:
Is there any one sitting in the light
That falls from the eyes of God..?
The tears answer to her question: yes, our memories ....

13

Your lips are the beginning of snowstorm
And I am a pregnant cloud with honey in the hand of God
Reciting the spells of creation….

14

The flower of creation says to the butterfly of dream:
I will be a lake of nectar for you
The butterfly answers: nay
I want you to be an ode that rains light
To moisturize the lips of my voice ...!

15

She hangs the dresses of her desire in the closet of my body
And rain wears the mirrors of my voice
The tempest begins to question:
Will the spring come early
Or I will remain in eternal winter…..?


Munir Mezyed

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