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Mahmoud Darwish: It is our right to love autumn (From Arabic)
It is our right to love autumn
By Mahmoud Darwish
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Click to hear me reciting the original Arabic
And it is our right, too, to love this autumn's end, our right to ask:
Is there space in the field for one more autumn, to rest our bodies like coals?
An autumn downing its leaves like gold. If only we were fig-leaves.
And oh to be an abandoned blade of grass
To witness the difference of seasons. If only we hadn't said goodbye
to the storming south of the eyes to ask what
Our fathers had asked themselves when they flew by speartip and sword.
Poetry and the naming of the Lord
have mercy on us at last.
It is our right to dry the nights of beautiful women, to talk about what
Cuts short the night of two strangers waiting for north's return to the compass.
Autumn. It is our right to take in, to bask
in this autumn scent and ask the night in dream:
Can dreams fall ill the way the dreamer will?
Autumnal autumn. Can a people be born on the guillotine?
It is our right to die the death we desire. Let the earth disappear,
With the fertile crescent moon of yesteryear.1
Notes:
1- Normally English translators, operating within the limits set out for him/her by prevailing taste, would be forced to render the final words as "let the earth hide away in an ear of grain" - an image of contraction and constriction by extremes. Here I have allowed myself unusual latitude in recasting the line.
The Original:
يحقّ لنا أن نحبّ الخريف
محمود درويش
ونحن، يحِقُّ لَنَا ان نُحِبَّ نهاياتِ هذا الخَريفِ، وَأَنْ نسألهْ
أَفِي الحَقْلِ متَّسِعٌ لِخَريفٍ جَديدٍ، ونحن نمَدِّدُ أجسادَنا فيه فَحْما؟
خريفٌ ينكِّسُ أَوْرَاقَهُ ذَهَباً. ليتنا وَرَقُ التِّين، يَا ليتنا عُشبةٌ مُهمَله
لنَشهَدَ ما الفرقُ بين الفصول. ويا ليتنا لَمْ نوَدِّع جَنُوبَ العيونِ لنَسْأَلَ عَمَّا
تساءل آباؤنا حين طاروا على قِمَّةِ الرُّمْحِ. يَرْحَمُنَا الشِعرُ والبَسْملَهْ
ونحن يحقّ لنا أن نجَفِّفَ ليلَ النِّساءِ الجميلات، أنْ نتَحدَّثَ عمّا
يُقَصِّرُ ليلَ غَريَبيْن ينتظرانِ وصولَ الشَّمال إلى البَوْصَلهْ
خريفٌ. ونحن يحقّ لنا أن نَشُمُّ رَوَائحَ هذا الخريف، وأن نَسْأَلَ الليلَ حُلْما
أَيَمْرَضُ حُلْمٌ كما يَمْرَضُ الحَالِمُون ؟ خريفٌ خريفٌ. أيولَدُ شَعْبٌ على مِقصَلَه
يحقّ لنا أن نموتَ كما نشتهي ان نموت، لتَختبئَ الأرضُ في سُنبُلَه
By Mahmoud Darwish
Translated by A.Z. Foreman
Click to hear me reciting the original Arabic
And it is our right, too, to love this autumn's end, our right to ask:
Is there space in the field for one more autumn, to rest our bodies like coals?
An autumn downing its leaves like gold. If only we were fig-leaves.
And oh to be an abandoned blade of grass
To witness the difference of seasons. If only we hadn't said goodbye
to the storming south of the eyes to ask what
Our fathers had asked themselves when they flew by speartip and sword.
Poetry and the naming of the Lord
have mercy on us at last.
It is our right to dry the nights of beautiful women, to talk about what
Cuts short the night of two strangers waiting for north's return to the compass.
Autumn. It is our right to take in, to bask
in this autumn scent and ask the night in dream:
Can dreams fall ill the way the dreamer will?
Autumnal autumn. Can a people be born on the guillotine?
It is our right to die the death we desire. Let the earth disappear,
With the fertile crescent moon of yesteryear.1
Notes:
1- Normally English translators, operating within the limits set out for him/her by prevailing taste, would be forced to render the final words as "let the earth hide away in an ear of grain" - an image of contraction and constriction by extremes. Here I have allowed myself unusual latitude in recasting the line.
The Original:
يحقّ لنا أن نحبّ الخريف
محمود درويش
ونحن، يحِقُّ لَنَا ان نُحِبَّ نهاياتِ هذا الخَريفِ، وَأَنْ نسألهْ
أَفِي الحَقْلِ متَّسِعٌ لِخَريفٍ جَديدٍ، ونحن نمَدِّدُ أجسادَنا فيه فَحْما؟
خريفٌ ينكِّسُ أَوْرَاقَهُ ذَهَباً. ليتنا وَرَقُ التِّين، يَا ليتنا عُشبةٌ مُهمَله
لنَشهَدَ ما الفرقُ بين الفصول. ويا ليتنا لَمْ نوَدِّع جَنُوبَ العيونِ لنَسْأَلَ عَمَّا
تساءل آباؤنا حين طاروا على قِمَّةِ الرُّمْحِ. يَرْحَمُنَا الشِعرُ والبَسْملَهْ
ونحن يحقّ لنا أن نجَفِّفَ ليلَ النِّساءِ الجميلات، أنْ نتَحدَّثَ عمّا
يُقَصِّرُ ليلَ غَريَبيْن ينتظرانِ وصولَ الشَّمال إلى البَوْصَلهْ
خريفٌ. ونحن يحقّ لنا أن نَشُمُّ رَوَائحَ هذا الخريف، وأن نَسْأَلَ الليلَ حُلْما
أَيَمْرَضُ حُلْمٌ كما يَمْرَضُ الحَالِمُون ؟ خريفٌ خريفٌ. أيولَدُ شَعْبٌ على مِقصَلَه
يحقّ لنا أن نموتَ كما نشتهي ان نموت، لتَختبئَ الأرضُ في سُنبُلَه
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