THE WALL · POEM 2 OF 21

نغمه درد

A Song of Pain

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01

You are within me, yet so far apart from me.

در منی و این همه ز من جدا

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You are with me, yet your gaze is turned toward another.

با منی ور دیده ات بسوی غیر

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For me, no way to speak remains,

بهر من نمانده راه گفتگو

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while you sit absorbed in conversation with another.

تو نشسته گرم گفتگوی غیر

05

Drowned in sorrow, my heart beats within my breast,

غرق غم دلم به سینه می تپد

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restless with you, and restless without you.

با تو بی قرار و بی تو بی قرار

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Alas for that moment when, without my knowing,

وای از آن دمی که بیخبر زمن

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you carry your belongings away from this land.

بر کشی تو رخت خویش از این دیار

09

I am your shadow, wherever you go.

سایه تو ام بهر کجا روی

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I have laid my head beneath your feet.

سر نهاده ام به زیر پای تو

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I have not yet found anyone like you in the world

چون تو در جهان نجسته ام هنوز

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to choose in your place.

تا که برگزینمش به جای تو

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You are my joy and sorrow; I am bewildered.

شادی و غم منی به حیرتم

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From you… I wish to take refuge within you.

خواهم از تو ... در تو آورم پناه

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I am a wild wave who, unaware of myself,

موج وحشیم که بی خبر ز خویش

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has become captive to the moon's enchantments.

گشته ام اسیر جذبه های ماه

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You said I should break away from you—alas and pain!

گفتی از تو بگسلم ... دریغ و درد

18

Can the thread of faithfulness be broken?

رشته وفا مگر گسستنی است ؟

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I shall break away from myself, but not from you.

بگسلم ز خویش و از تو نگسلم

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Can the promise of lovers be broken?

عهد عاشقان مگر شکستنی است ؟

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One night I saw you in a dream, and I am happy.

دیدمت شبی بخواب و سرخوشم

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Ah… must I see you only in dreams?

وه ... مگر به خوابها ببینمت

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You are not a bud, that, drunk with longing,

غنچه نیستی که مست اشتیاق

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I might rise and pluck you from the branches.

خیزم و ز شاخه ها بچینمت

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Through the darkness of my night, there flames

شعله میکشد به ظلمت شبم

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the blue fire of your eyes.

آتش کبود دیدگان تو

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Do not bar the way… perhaps, in longing, I may find a path

ره مبند... بلکه ره برم شوق

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into the little house of your hidden sorrow.

در سراچه غم نهان تو