ترجمة قصة إبليسان للأديب رافع الفرطوسي

 

أهازيج النصر – قصة قصيرة

بقلم: محمد الدولتلي

ترجمها إلى اإنجليزية: عبد اللطيف غسري

امتلأت ساحة القرية عن بكرة ابيها بسكانها الذين تجمعوا من كل صوب لحضور الحدث العظيم، إنه موعد النزال الحاسم بين الحق والباطل، ذلك الذي انتظروه بفارغ الصبر والثقة تملأ أعينهم المترقبة بانقطاع دابر الباطل للأبد في هذا اليوم المشهود. تعالي صوت الضجيج وهم يتحاكون عن النزال الأخير عندما أنزل الحق بالباطل هزيمة مذلة جعلته يخضع لشروطه ومواثيقه خضوعا تاما بدون شرط في مقابل ألا يدفن في الأرض التي شهدت آثامه لزمن قبل أن ينزل الحق بالقرية مقسمين ما بين مؤيد لحكمته ومعارض لرحمته. صمتت الأصوات فجأة وتباعدت الخطوات صانعة طريقا يمر منه الحق بجسده الفتى الذي يسد قرص الشمس وظله الذي سربل رؤس السكان. تقدم الحق بخطوات تهتز لها قلوب الصناديد زارعة المهابة بين ضلوعهم التي تسارعت إرتفاعا و إنخفاضا حتى يتدفق الهواء الي صدورهم التي أعياها هول الموقف. توقف في قلب الساحة أمام الباطل الذي كان يقف في ذلك الجزء المظلم الذي لا تطاله أشعة الشمس حيث يستمد قوته من تلك البقعة. تناول الحق عصاه القديمة قدم آدم في الأرض المزينة بكاملها بعلامات يصعب عدها تحصى الإنتصارات السابقة طوال عمرها. ارتعشت أصابع الحق المسكة بالعصي، لقد ثقل وزنها في يده حتى تعكز عليها بدلا من أن يرفعها عالية لتطال السماء، بل ثقل وزنه على قدميه التي خارت مسقطة إياه على ركبتيه. لقد كان ذلك من أثر ما جري في عروقه من طعام الباطل الذي استساغه وشرابه الذي تجرعه من بعد النزال الأخير. سقط الحق منبطحا على الأرض وقد دهست أقدام السكان وجهه وهم يتسابقون لتقبيل يد الباطل التي تملكت رقابهم بعد أن كانت آثمة منذ لحظات قليلة وسط تهليل رجالهم وزغاريد نسائهم ملبسين إياه عباءة الحكمة بعد أن انتزعوها من جثة الحق الملقاة على أرض القرية. وتحت أقدام الباطل جلس التاريخ بجسده العجوز ممزقا صفحات كتابه السابقة، متناولا ريشته ليخط ويوثق أحداث الإنتصار العظيم.

 

Songs of Triumph

A short story by MOHAMED EL-DAWLATLI

Translated from Arabic by ABDELLATIF RHESRI

The village square got filled entirely with its inhabitants who came from everywhere to attend the great event. The time for a decisive combat between Rightfulness and Falsehood had come. The combat which they had impatiently awaited. Their impatient eyes were full of confidence that Falsehood would be exterminated for ever on that promising day. Hubbub grew louder as they were telling each other the story of the last battle when Rightfulness had inflicted a humiliating defeat on Falsehood that had made the latter completely and unconditionally acquiesce to his conditions and charters. He, in return, would not be buried in the land that had long witnessed its crimes until Rightfulness would settle down in the village and its inhabitants would be divided into those who supported its wisdom and those who objected to his clemency. The sounds subsided, suddenly, and the feet withdrew away from each other to make enough space for Rightfulness to pass with his young body that blocked the sun disk and his shadow that enveloped the inhabitants' heads. Rightfulness went ahead in strides that rocked the hearts of the bravest men and sowed the seeds of fear in their chests that kept on moving up and down to let the air flow into their hearts sickened by the horror of the situation. He stood in the center of the square facing Falsehood who was standing in a dark part not reached by the sun rays where he could obtain his strengths right from that spot. Rightfulness picked up his cane that was as old as Adam's appearance on the Earth. It was completely embellished with countless signs that always commemorated the previous triumphs. Rightfulness's fingers trembled while holding the cane. It became so heavy in his hand that he propped his body on it instead of rising it up high enough to touch the sky. Even his body weight grew so heavier that his feet weakened and he fell down on his knees. That was due to the impact which Falsehood's food and liquor had on his veins after he had eaten and drunk them following the last battle. Rightfulness fell face-down on the earth and was trodden by the inhabitants' feet while they rushed towards Falsehood to kiss his hand which had enslaved them just a few moments after they had deemed it sinful. Under the men''s acclamation and the women's trills of joy, they placed the gown of wisdom on his shoulders after they had pulled it off from Rightfulness's dead body lying on the village soil. Then, under the feet of Falsehood, History sat with his decrepit body tearing the former leaves of his book and taking his feather to jot down and record the events of the great triumph.