"کلاس درس خالی مانده از تو"
شعر از: هیلا صدیقی

 

 

It’s rainy and season of fall
Sky is bursting into tears
A kneeling cloud, perhaps
overwhelmed of summer’s heat
The smell of alphabet in the school air
the first loud and sharp ringing of bells
The constant rage and slander
A punishment for our unsanctioned laughter,
pity joy, jaunt and our teenage-hood

It is September and back to school
I am filled with reminiscent memories
Class room is empty of you!
I’m left with withered flowers on your desk
It is fall and I am so full of rain
full of rage of internal chain
We dreamt of a happy tomorrow
We saw shattered dream
A great time and a dream passage
to search for an emersion

You and I, generation of forbidden fly
Captured by hawk’s claws
the same hawk with sharp claws
murdered you in front of my eyes
shattered all our dreams –
severed our friendship hands
You quaffed the poison of death
and flew away instantly

I swear
To the drops of mother’s tears
To our eternal ideas
To dripping blood of love
To the aching hearts in chain
The grief rifted my heart
My shattered heart that fell to the ground

Tell me - Tell me
Are you happy where you’re gone?
Are you free on other side of life?
Do you remember the teenage years?
Are you still in love with homeland?
Tell me,
Are there no perverts where you’re gone?
Isn’t it green?
Isn’t axe the fate of cedar?

Do they not steal your wisdom over there?
Do they not rape your pride over there?
Are there unmarked graves over there?
Are there cries of grieving mothers?
Recite with me, fellow sufferer,
same generation, and comrade
Recite my poem with sorrow and sigh

It is September and the beginning of fall
Sky is bursting into tears
I’m left with withered flowers on your desk
I’m left with a desk empty of you!