A Few Words About My Own Age

When Valia asks me:
“When did you put your feet on this world?”
my laugh like a single rhubarb,
under the snow of my mouth and lips brings its head out.
My laugh is a cry,
That folds up all the smiles of the world
Yes, Valia!
I was Neanderthal
when I put my feet on this world.
With my own eyes
I have seen the era of all the prophets.
the procession of the disgraceful history
passed over the wrinkles of my forehead.
And yet …
the swindling offices
of the dead conscience of this age
in the book of the living beings
they have not recorded my name

Moscow 19/10/1974

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Alan Dizayee

It is a nice piece of work. I entirely agree with PTC comments. To best of my knowledge in Kurdish language Rewas=Rhubab.  


Hi, this is a nice poem. 
But I believe the fruit does not exist in Kurdistan. and it is a clear mistranslation. The translator opted for Rhubarb possibly due to the close look of the two plants. But they are not the same in any way.
The Kurdish plant is called Rewas and this is how it looks like (second image) http://bit.ly/W0tB8J
From the PTC. Thanks for getting in touch, Akram, but I’m afraid the translation is correct, the plant is rhubarb (Rheum rhubabarum) and it does grow in Kurdistan and many other parts of central Asia. As we wrote above, rhubarb was first grown in China thousands of years ago where only the roots were used for medicinal reasons; the fleshy stalks were never eaten. Rhubarb was an extremely expensive and rare medicine that came to the west in dried form only along the Silk Route in the fourteenth century. The fleshy stalks were first eaten when the plant was cultivated in Yorkshire after being brought as cuttings in the early nineteenth century. Rhubarb can’t be grown outside in cold climates like northern England and so it is ‘forced’ in greenhouses. The plant was originally green - as in your image - but was bred for its pink colour (similarly, carrots were originally purple before being bred to be orange).


This translation is very close to the Pashew’s original words. I wish you success…


in kurdistan mountains a kind of wild rhubab is growing in the beginning of spring. this kind of rhubab is called REWAS in kurdish language. this poem is full of music in kurdish language and became one ot the most beloved poems of  Pashew

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