Basema Al-Awwam Translates My Haiku and Tanka into Arabic

 

1

 

black pigeons

sitting in a row

cracked parapet

١__ حمام أسود

مقيم في صف

سور شرفة متصدع 

 

2

 

weaving webs

between branches and leaves

autumn spiders

٢__ شباك مهتزة

بين الأغصان والأوراق

عناكب الخريف 

 

 

3

 

wrapped in fog

the flying plane

seen by sound

٣__ مختفية في الضباب

طائرة محلقة

مرصودة من صوتها 

 4

 

 red with shame

the sky at sunrise

one more kiss

٤_ محمرة خجلا

السماء عند شروق الشمس

قبلة أخرى 

 

5

 

 black drops fall

from leaves of the tree

shelter in rain

٤_ قطرات سوداء تتساقط

من أوراق الشجر

ملجأ تحت المطر 

6

 

 among the white hair

a solitary black one

keeps her hope alive .

٦_ بين الشعر الأبيض

واحدة سوداء

تبقيها على قيد الأمل

 

 

 

__ومن نصوص التانكا نقرأ : 

 

 1

 

 dining table

resting place for the dust

my mind emits

before her third eye opens

I switch on the A C .

١_ طاولة الطعام

مكان تجمع الغبار

ذهني يعمل

قبل أن تفتح عينها الثالثة ،

أشغل التكييف 

 

 

2

 

a one - eyed woman

the window curtain shakes

nightly slillness

veronal dread in hell

breeches itch in half- sleep

٢_ امرأة بعين واحدة

ستائر النافذة تهتز

سكون كل ليلة

جحيم الحبوب المنومة

(حكة البنطال) وقلة النوم

 

 

3

 

can't tackle big beasts

and the sheeple that snigger

candle proccession :

read silent tears on the cheeks

of the mother of the lynched

٣_ لاتعالج( لاتناقش ) البهائم الكبيرة

والقطعان التابعة

مسيرة شموع

اقرأ دموع صامتة على خديها

أمّ المعدوم بلا محاكمة

 

 

THIRD WAVE 

 

I don't recognize

the bright new star in the sky

a beacon of hope

they say a new age begins

on earth , the virus mutates

 

scaring millions

post - Christmas repeat events

no vaccination

could change astro- calendar

of universal revenge

 

remains of prayer

now wrapped in a gift box , held up

shipping delays

no burial, no third day

total lock down , here and there

__ الموجة الثالثة

لست أدري

النجمة الجديدة المشعة في السماء

شعاع أمل

يقولون أن جيلاً جديداً قد بدأ

على الأرض ، الفايروس يتقلّب

يرعب الملايين

من بعد الميلاد الأحداث تتكرر

لا لقاحات

يمكن أن تغيّر قادم الأيام

الناس ثائرون

في صلواتهم باقون

الآن كل المنح المقدمة أوقفت

تأجل إرسالها

لادفن ، لايوم ثالث

نقص شامل هنا وهناك 

 

 

 

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1__A film of mist

between my eyes

and her eyes

1__غشاوة ضبابية

بين عينيّ

وعينيها

2__Alone

the cell phone on her bed

rings

٢__وحده

الهاتف الخلوي على سريرها

يرنّ

3__In the well

studying her image

a woman

٣__ في العنق

متأمّل صورتها

امرأة

4__All night rain

the gaping roof

her shelter

٤__مطر طوال الليل

السقف المثقوب

ملجأها

5__Enveloping

all of the moon at night--

white chrysanthemums

٥__ثمل

كامل القمر في الليل

الأقحوان الأبيض

6__Wet bodies

of bathing women-

full moon night

أجساد مبللة

حمام نساء

ليلة مقمرة

7__Soft footsteps

of students bunking

class test

٧__آثار أقدام طرية

لطلبة السكن ( المبيت)

غرفة الامتحانات

8__A load of wood

on her frail back--

autumn evening

٨__ حمل حطب

على ظهرها الهزيل

مساء خريفيّ

9__A moth

struggling for life

on wire

٩__ فراشة

تصارع لأجل الحياة

على سلك كهربائيّ

10__A crow picks at

cow's back in the afternoon--

drooping rag-picker

١٠__غراب ينقر

ظهر بقرة في المساء

قطعة تتدلى من منقاره

11__After the party

empty chairs in the lawn:

new moon and I

بعد الحفلة

كراسي فارغة في المرج

أنا وقمر جديد

12__Waiting for the train

alone on the platform

swatting mosquitoes

بانتظار المطر

وحيدا على المنصّة

أسحق البعوض . 

 

( ترجمتي : باسمة العوام .....Basema Al- Awwam )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My haiku appear in Setu Special Edition: Blooms in the Green Yards

 My ten haiku published in the Setu Special Edition: Blooms in the Green Yards: Poetics of Gardening, June 2024

 

https://www.setumag.com/2024/06/special-edition-note.html

  

Ten Haiku: Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh

yellow  lemons

still hanging after the storm

sunny backyard

dusty leaves

break days of silence

spring’s first rain

making lemon tea

and warm buttery toast-

birds singing outside

inviting

sandal attar from the wrist-

summer evening

evening walk

near the woodlands path:

spiny friend

inhales sun

through the foggy morning

a leaping frog

a quick brush

with snake in the fence:

plucking flowers

fingers push

roots into loamed earth

touch-me-not

warblers fly back

seeing the soft-stepping cats

in the grassy yard

seeking shelter

a leaf falls into

the puddle

***

Bio: Ram Krishna Singh is a widely published, anthologized, and translated Indian English poet, who has published in many journals including Poetcrit, Spillwords, The World Poets Quarterly, Kelaino, Magnapoets, Saraswati, Setu, Sybil Journal, Mainichi Daily, Asahi Haiku Network, etc.  His latest poetry collections include Covid-19 And Surge of Silence/K ovid-19 Hem Sessízlík Tolkȋnȋ (English/Tatar, 2021), 白濁: SILENCE: A WHITE DISTRUST (English/Japanese, Kindle Edition/Paperback, 2022), Poems and Micropoems (Southern Arizona Press, 2023), and Knocking Vistas And Other Poems (Authors Press,2024). Find him on Twitter @profrksingh and on Facebook www.facebook.com/profrksingh . More at https://pennyspoetry.fandom.com/wiki/R.K._Singh

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Setu, June 2024

Haiku on Scarlet Dragonfly Journal

 

moon energy

fills up the inner space —

call to wake up

--R.K.Singh

January 23, 2024

https://scarletdragonflyjournal.wordpress.com/2024/01/23/moon-energy/#like-10309

Setu, August 2023 carries my poems

 

Poetry: Ram Krishna Singh

Ram Krishna Singh

MYSTERY

I’m still on nodding terms with days I hardly relish

except for memories of sex and poetry books

that’s me in stuckness in bits and pieces

howsoever dwarfed or doomed today

I grope the mystery that couldn’t be living:

autumn with songs of unbloomed spring

restive stillness mocking on the curtains

naked beings lying with blinder on the eyes

the lost moon in curse of tears never shed

the short grace period is no breather

to manoeuvre the words shelled in the skin

or turn oracular to light the vale

***

IF I COULD PAY

Luck awaits me

if I could buy it from

her miracle store

she gives me three dates

for her call to reach

the higher cosmic forces

she dreams me stand

in the middle of a

tree-lined park

against saffron flowers

flashes of light focus

on my serene face

the shower of gold tempts

a being of light descends

I’m offered a new life

divine abundance

defeat of enemies

and stream of love

if I could pay

for her rituals of

angelic magic

***

SEARCH FOR LIBERTY

Why do they ignore the clitoris when half the world has it?

the lovers don’t care, the doctors don’t talk

it’s no leaf that falls on the wave’s crest

and rots on the shore before they prescribe

a chocolate remedy or testosterone cream

to revive in dapple light:

denial is the way of life

be it desire, emotion, or frailty

for conformity, unity and control

the redness of the setting or rising sun

is too much to the drab colors of the priests

who accuse of heresy, witchcraft or immorality

to shut the so-called hot beds of sedition

when all they seek is stoppage

of the show of teeth, blood and skull

on the spinning wheel

condemned to nursing home

***

THE HELL IS REAL

They lure me with wealth in heaven

as if plucking hair would reduce

the weight of the dead body

they don’t see the bruises abandoned

on the fading skin of apple

that rolls metaphors in the basket

sleeplessly I watch her drift in dreams

on the horizon float to descend

for a share in the horrors of earth

they blindly conceal to hoodwink

god’s will for poets cultured in the past

now glittering as the sun’s wreckage

I can’t clean nor rebuild around them

the hell is real I can’t run away

with sweet nothings I can’t die in bluffs

***

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Setu, August 2023

https://www.setumag.com/2023/08/poetry-ram-krishna-singh.html?fbclid=IwAR0s2Hknw4B_IistytzxPvfTlIVf84zkFUh6IcAPHfa5K0htpIQIDv_crBk

My poem published on Spillwords; Translated

 

LOSS

The chimneys around my home
print black spots on the walls
darken the air I breathe and
the water I drink or bathe in

the owners know how to shut
the mouths of inspectors
and the mafia know how
to make money this season

politics of lack of rain
repair and management
scraunch smoke from wildfires away
to country’s gas emissions

they have their priorities
mission to rewrite histories
erase the past and erect
new walls of divisions

climate change is no excuse
to mould the minds of Gen-Z
in face of imminent doom:
stay quiet at morass of loss

https://spillwords.com/loss-by-rk-singh/

***

मेरे घर के आसपास की चिमनियाँ
छोड़ जाती हैं कला धब्बा दीवारों पर
गहराती जाती है और हवा जिसमें
साँस लेता हूँ मैं ,जल भी जिसे पीता या नहाता हूँ मैं

मालिक जानता है तरीका
ईसपेक्टर को चुप रखने का
और माफिया जानते हैँ
पैसा बनाना इस मौसम में

कम बारिश की राजनीति
जोड़ना और प्रबंधन करना खूब जानती है
दूर जंगल में लगी आग से अलग
देश के गैस उत्सर्जन के धुएं को निचोड़ना

उनकी अपनी वरीयता है
इतिहास के पुनर्लेखन का लक्ष्य
अतीत को विस्मृत करना और खड़ी कर देना
विभाजन की नई दीवाल

जलवायु परिवर्तन के पास क्षमा जैसी चीज नहीं
आगत भविष्य को आकार देने के लिए सिवाय
भीषण विध्वंस के मुखरे पर
मूल्यों के अवमूल्यन को मौन हो देखने के ....

अनुवाद.....Bandana Jha
prof.bandanajha@gmail.com

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My haiku on Haiku Universe

 https://haikuniverse.com/haiku-by-ram-krishna-singh-6/

sunflowers ring:
teenagers ChatGPT
Sapphic know-how

--R K Singh

Haiga