Spring

by Reza Mohammadi

Spring came and put on your shoes
Spring came and took you on a journey
Spring came when you were sleeping
and made her bed by your side

While you slept
she infused you with her spirit
and dyed you with fresh blood

Spring gave you a new name
and bought your freedom

Clouds blessed your home
and called your name

Stars burn shisha in your room
Your mood, your breath, your heart
take flight like a bird

The wind sweeps through your bedroom
You dress yourself with the morning breeze

Now you and spring are one
Spring gave you a new name
So love came and put on your shoes

The literal translation of this poem was made by Moheb Mudessir

The final translated version of the poem is by The Poetry Translation Workshop

Notes

We were very lucky that Reza Mohammadi was at the workshop when we were translating this poem because, if in doubt, he always had the final decision on what choices we made.

Take the lineation. In the Dari original, there are no stanzas. Whereas, in his literal translation, Moheb introduced stanzas. As it happened, Reza was quite happy for us to break the poem into stanzas if we saw fit. So we did.

In Dari, there are no capital letters or punctuation so, again, we had to introduce these, as subtly as possible, we hope.

Another, fundamental, difference between Dari and English is that in the former there are no gender markers: spring is neither male nor female. Calling spring 'it' in our translation disrupted the feeling of intimacy in the original and so we settled on 'her' (with some protests from the Arabic speakers in the room, for whom spring is masculine).

We took a long time to settle on 'dyed you with fresh blood'. In Dari, the original verb refers to having your hands and feet dyed with henna. Again, other cultural references were embedded in Moheb's translations of 'your name was erased from your parents' family book' (which we translated as 'gave you a new name'); and 'paid the price of your blood' ('bought your freedom').

The idea of clouds gathering round your home, in the UK, is of course very negative indeed! But in Afghanistan, the clouds presaging rain are very welcome, which is why we went for 'blessed'.

Finally, in 'Birds became your breath, your hair, your air' we changed 'hair' to heart. In English, hair is something very specific whereas 'heart' immediately has non-literal connotations, as 'hair' does in Dari.

Comments

  1. October 2nd, 2013 at 3:00 pm

    Praveen says:

    Reza is one of the best poets writing in Persian today!