Al Muhamed Asmar (Egipat)

BODEŽ

Od tebe sam otišao, i svu ljubav prema tebi
Iz srca sam svoga zauvijek iščupao.
Ali, jao! Tko može prkositi svom udesu?
I ja opet, kao nekad, ludo čeznem za tobom.

Kuda god bih prolazio putem samotnim,
Ja sam znao, da zaboraviti tebe ne mogu,
Negdašnja mi čežnja uvijek pali srce
I ti si opet sa mnom, uvijek i svuda.

Tako sam te silno i duboko volio,
Da se danas, eto, u užasnu mržnju
Pretvorio moj plamen ljubavni.
I sada mi peče dušu dubokom i silnom ljubavi.

I zbog toga me, draga, ako hoćeš kori ili mi pak oprosti,
Ali na moj užas, ja sam sreo tebe:
I kao divnu ružu na grudi te htjedoh uzeti,
Al´ umjesto ruže-ti bodež mi u srce usadi.
 

Marijan Ban

Mrlje

Kada te vrijeđaju neke teške riječi
Od strane osobe do koje ti je stalo
I kada se u tebi nakupi mnogo
Naizgled sitnih i glupih poniženja
Na trenutak staneš da razmisliš malo
Pa odeš bez ikakva upozorenja
I ostaješ sam

I priznaješ sam sebi da je još uvijek voliš
I možeš da se sjetiš samo svijetlih strana
I želiš da se vratiš da klekneš da je moliš
Ona je za tebe boginja bez mana
Ona je za tebe zvijezda u daljini
I tek kad joj pridješ u njezinoj nutrini
Primjećuješ mrlje koje tebi škode
I ti je ponovo puštaš neka ode
I ostaješ sam

Kada te netko obasipa stalno
Gomilom običnih al´ dvosmislenih riječi
I kada netko svaki tvoj pokret
I svaki osmijeh baca na vagu
Kad nisi u stanju preko toga prijeći
Sakupiš snagu,sakupiš snagu
I ostaješ sam

 

"All I ever craved were the two dreams I shared with you.
One I now have, will the other one ever dream remain.
For yours I truly wish to be."

Zak Prever

Tamničareva pesma

Kuda lepi tamničaru
Sa tim ključem poprskanim krvlju
Idem da oslobodim onu koju volim
Ako još ima vremena
A nju sam zatvorio
I nežno i svirepo
Na najskrovitijem mestu svojih želja
Na najdubljem mestu svojih nemira
U laži budućnosti
U gluposti zaklinjanja
Hoću da je oslobodim
Jer hoću da je slobodna
Po cenu i da me zaboravi
Po cenu i da ode
Pa čak i da se vrati
I da me još voli
Ili da zavoli drugog
A ako joj se taj dopadne
Pa ona ode
I ja ostanem sam
Sačuvaću samo
Na svojim dlanovima
Do poslednjeg daha
Blagost njenih dojki izvajanih ljubavlju

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day´s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood´s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I know no shame

The empire of my desire
Gathers you into my fire
I hope you fall. Hope you call,
My filthy name. It makes you crawl
On you knees, with all your pleas.
Lay down there, look up at me.

Are you alive my dear,and breathing?
Are you diseased my dear,and bleeding?
I´ll lift you high my dear,
I´ll have you dreaming.
´Tis time to say farewell, to your pleading.

Poor devils as thou art. A ruin at my feet.
Go drop your little life, and welcome up my sleep.
So briefly at my side. So simple in defeat.

No more lies utter from you.
From mine eyes I must take you.
No longer wise. Nothing is new.
Tears for my trembling faith.
You shall not die unsung.

Goodbye my dear, you wicked thing.
I have no tears, beautiful thing.
No silver pail to catch them in.
So ends this tale you did not win. 

a mogu i ovo postaviti i ovdje pa ako vam se ne svidja izbrisite!

1 ¶ Behold, you are beautiful, My love. Behold, you are beautiful; your eyes are like doves´ from behind your veil; your hair is like a flock of goats that appear from Mount Gilead.
2 Your teeth are like a flock of shorn sheep , which came up from the washing; they all are bearing twins and not one is barren among them.
3 Your lips are like a cord of scarlet, and your speech is becoming; your temples are like a piece of pomegranate behind your veil.
4 Your neck is like the tower of David built for an armory, on which there hang a thousand bucklers, all shields of mighty men.
5 Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle, feeding among the lilies.
6 Until when the day blows, and the shadows flee away, I will go to the mountain of myrrh and to the hill of frankincense.
7 You are all fair, My love; no blemish is in you.
8 ¶ Come with Me from Lebanon, My spouse; with Me from Lebanon. Look from the top of Amana, from the top of Shenir and Hermon, from the lions´ dens, from the mountains of the leopards.
9 You have ravished My heart, My sister, My spouse; you have ravished My heart with one of your eyes, with one chain of your neck.
10 How fair is your love, My sister, My spouse! How much better is your love than wine, and the smell of your ointments than all spices!
11 Your lips, My spouse, drop like the honeycomb; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.
12 A locked garden is My sister, My spouse; a rock heap locked up, a fountain sealed.
13 Your plants are an orchard of pomegranates, with pleasant fruits; with henna and spikenard,
14 spikenard and saffron; calamus and cinnamon, with all trees of frankincense; myrrh and aloes, with all the chief spices;
15 ¶ a fountain of gardens, a well of living waters, and streams from Lebanon.
16 Awake, O north wind ; and come, south wind ; blow on my garden, so that the spices of it may flow out. Let my Beloved come into His garden and eat His pleasant fruits.
 

skoro naletjeh na stih, čini mi se od još u pripremi i promociji pjesničkog prvijenca od Fadila Duranovića, a lijepo rečeno :

" jedini asker u meni je moja ljubav ".


[Edited by ledo on 17-06-2006 at 23:14 GMT]

Weak midnight promises of love
Were wept upon Her grave
And shunned by stars above
In mortal life lurks my dismay
An Angel stole my heart
and Death took Her away

She sleeps beyond the grace of god
A dreaming beauty
If wishes could only fray that bond
The dead would sing for me...

Twelth moon arose with ghostly voice
A poet´s serenade
Her name a whisper ´pon my lips
And lo, Rorasa came

Fear me not my grieving King
Funereal in breath
The secrets of the dark I know
And thus, we shall cheat Death"

My promises wrought though despondence that night
Have delivered me gifts from the grave
Rorasa enshadowed and eternal life
Never a Devil so vain
The Angel is fallen, for I thought her lost
And no heaven would silence the pain
Teach me these secrets, the sensual frost
Desire for warm blood again

Princess lay down thy florid cheek
In drunken splendour
Tonight rare regal fate has cast
The wolves among the sheep

Dark nature clasp my soul
Around Her throat mine arms enfold
To sleep, perchance to dream
And then...
To dusk and flesh ascend

The Sun descends, magenta spirits fill the skies
and wreak erotic maladies where sex and Death abide
From writhing tides where gothick siren weave their song to
shore
Through the ashes of the battlefields where ravens and angels
war
As phantoms we have fled the basilisk of day
To rise as phoenix taloned, nightly taking prey

We rule like the red and risen moon upon the sea
The stars of judgement silent, for we share joyous
Eternity
Damnation
Salvation
Stigmata plague

The wine of Bacchus flows
Listen to the thunder rage

Deceivers dragged before their cross
I am He that vanquished Death
And bore the sting of loss
What vulgar christ will unprise my grasp?
His temple, ruined, burns
And sweet Rorasa laughs

I am enamoured and imparadised
To catch the fires dancing profanely in her eyes
"I will crush them all
If this holds thy delight"
Rather dead forever than to lose her
Nymph-lascivious Aphrodite 

Reci mi

Reci mi da me sanjas i da lutam kroz tvoju glavu,
reci mi da si zaljubljen i da si našao svoju ljubav pravu....
a ja cu moliti Boga da budem predmet svih tvojih snova,
i da inicijali moga imena budu u tvom srcu jedina slova.


još da nisam prepisala...

[Edited by Mela77 on 19-06-2006 at 08:54 GMT]