نرجمة قصة الوهم للأديبة هند غزالي

 

ذَاتَ خَرِيفٍ
بقلم؛ عبد الغفور مغوار
ترجم النص إلى الإنجليزية عبد اللطيف غسري

فِي ٱلْوَقْتِ ٱلْمَيِّتِ
مِنْ سَهْرَتِي ٱلْغِيَّابِيَّةِ..
حَيْثُ كُنْتُ قَدْ أَلْصَقْتُ أَنْفِي
عَلَى نَافِذَتِي
زَارَنِي ٱسْتِفْهامٌ
عَلَى هَيْئَةِ..
طَائِرٍ مُبْتَلٍّ:
مَا هِيَ يَا أَسِيرُ
فُصُولُ عَوَاصِفِكَ...؟
فَأَجَبْتُ بِرَسْمِ شُتَيْلَاتٍ
لِخَرِيفٍ تَاهَ
عَلَى ضَبَابِ ٱلْزُّجَاجِ
نَطَّ حُلْمُ ٱللـَّـيْلِ ٱلْأَخِيرُ يُسَائِلـُـنِي:
مَا هَذَا ٱلنـَّحْسُ سَرَى
فِي جُذُورِكَ جَاشَ غَضَبًا؟
قـُلْتُ: أَمِثـْلِي
لَدَيْهِ سَمَاءٌ تُمْطِرُ فِضـَّةً أَوْ ذَهَبًا؟!
وَطـْأَةُ ٱلْعُمْرِ ذِكْرَى
حَظٍّ مَخْمُورٍ طَرَبًا
هَا أَنَا فِي سُكْرٍ تُعَرْبِدُ مِنْ ثـَانٍ
فِي سِـنِينِي عِلَّةُ ٱلْحَيَاةِ
وَقَدْ وُلِدَتْ
فِي مَهَبِّ ٱلْأَنِينِ
لِرِحْلَتِي ٱلْقَادِمَةِ..
رِيحًا تَرْقُصُ مِنْ أَلَمِي.
فَهَوَى ٱلطَّائِرُ مُنْتَحِرًا
قُلْتُ: هَلْ صِرْتُ قَابِيلَ
وَمَا هَذَا إِلاَّ غُرَابٌ
يُرِينِي كَيْفَ أُوَارِي
جُثْمَانِي
تَحْتَ هَذَا ٱلضَّيَاعِ؟!
فَقَدِ آَسْتَيْقَظْتُ
ذَاتَ خَرِيفٍ
كَئِيبٍ عَلَى وَقْعِ سُقُوطِ
جِسْمِي تَهاوَى..
مِنْ نَدَى نَافِذَتِي ...
                                              فاس، في: 8\6\2022

Once in Autumn

By ABDELGHAFOUR MAGHOUAR

Translated from Arabic by ABDELLATIF RHESRI

At a dead time

Of a night party

I had in absentia

When I had stuck my nose

To my window

I was paid visit

By an inquiry

In the form of

A wet bird

What are, O prisoner

The remnants of your storms?

I answered by drawing seedlings

Of a wandering autumn

On the foggy glass

The last night dream retorted;

What jinx is this that has invaded

Your trunks and got outrageous

With anger?

I said; does someone like me

Have a sky that pours down

Gold and silver?

The lifetime brunt is a memory;

The lot of an ecstatic drunkard

Here I am, drunk again

With the debauchery

Of life bug in my years

I was only born

To be blown by moans

In my next journey

By a wind

That danced at my pains

The bird then fell down

Committing suicide

I said; have I become Cain

And this is nothing but a crow

That is showing me how to conceal

My dead body

Under this wastefulness?

So I woke up

Once in a bleak autumn

At the thud of my body's collapse

From my dewy window