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Nima youshij:
Hey, People
Hey, you over there
who are sitting on the shore, happy and laughing,
someone is dying in the water,
someone is constantly struggling
on this angry, heavy, dark, familiar sea.
When you are drunk
with the thought of getting your hands on your enemy,
when you think in vain
that you've given a hand to a weak person
to produce a better weak person,
when you tighten your belts, when,
when shall I tell you
that someone in the water
is sacrificing in vain?
Hey, you over there
who are sitting pleasantly on the shore,
bread on your tablecloths, clothes on your bodies,
someone is calling you from the water.
He beats the heavy wave with his tired hand,
his mouth agape, eyes torn wide with terror,
he has seen your shadows from afar,
has swallowed water in the dark blue deep,
each moment his impatience grows.
He raises from these waters
a foot, at times,
at times, his head...
Hey you there,
he still has his eyes on this old world from afar,
he's shouting and hopes for help.
Hey you there
who are calmly watching from the shore,
the wave beats on the silent shore, spreads
like a drunk fallen on his bed unconscious,
recedes with a roar, and this call comes from afar again:
Hey, you over there...
And the sound of the wind
more heart-rending by the moment,
and his voice weaker in the sound of the wind;
from waters near and far
again this call is heard:
Hey, you over there...
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آي آدمها
آي آدمها كه بر ساحل نشسته شاد و خندانيد
يك نفر در آب دارد مي سپارد جان
يك نفر دارد كه دست و پاي دايم مي زند
روي اين درياي تند و تيره و سنگين كه مي دانيد
آن زمان كه مست هستيد از خيال دست يابيدن به
دشمن
آن زمان كه پيش خود بيهوده پنداريد
كه گرفتستيد دست ناتواني را
تا توانايي بهتر را پديد آريد
آن زمان كه تنگ مي بنديد
بر كمرهاتان كمربند
در چه هنگامي بگويم من ؟
يك نفر در آب دارد مي كند بيهوده جان قربان !
اي آدمها كه بر ساحل بساط دلگشا داريد !
نان به سفره ، جامه تان بر تن
يك نفر در آب مي خواند شما را .
موج سنگين را به دست خسته مي كوبد
بازمي دارد دهان با چشم از وحشت دريده
سايه هاتان را ز راه دور ديده
سايه هاتان را ز راه دور ديده
آب را بلعيده در گود كبود و هر زمان بي تابيش افزون
مي كند زين ابها بيرون
گاه سر ، گه پا .
آي آدمها !
او ز راه دور اين كهنه جهان را باز مي پايد
مي زند فرياد و اميد كمك دارد
اي آدمها كه روي ساحلِ آرام در كار تماشاييد
موج مي كوبد به روي ساحل خاموش
پخش مي گردد چنان مستي به جاي افتاده ، بس
مدهوش
مي رود نعره زنان ، وين بانگ باز از دور مي آيد :
- “ آي آدمها ” ….
Hey, People
Hey, you over there
who are sitting on the shore, happy and laughing,
someone is dying in the water,
someone is constantly struggling
on this angry, heavy, dark, familiar sea.
When you are drunk
with the thought of getting your hands on your enemy,
when you think in vain
that you've given a hand to a weak person
to produce a better weak person,
when you tighten your belts, when,
when shall I tell you
that someone in the water
is sacrificing in vain?
Hey, you over there
who are sitting pleasantly on the shore,
bread on your tablecloths, clothes on your bodies,
someone is calling you from the water.
He beats the heavy wave with his tired hand,
his mouth agape, eyes torn wide with terror,
he has seen your shadows from afar,
has swallowed water in the dark blue deep,
each moment his impatience grows.
He raises from these waters
a foot, at times,
at times, his head...
Hey you there,
he still has his eyes on this old world from afar,
he's shouting and hopes for help.
Hey you there
who are calmly watching from the shore,
the wave beats on the silent shore, spreads
like a drunk fallen on his bed unconscious,
recedes with a roar, and this call comes from afar again:
Hey, you over there...
And the sound of the wind
more heart-rending by the moment,
and his voice weaker in the sound of the wind;
from waters near and far
again this call is heard:
Hey, you over there...
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آي آدمها
آي آدمها كه بر ساحل نشسته شاد و خندانيد
يك نفر در آب دارد مي سپارد جان
يك نفر دارد كه دست و پاي دايم مي زند
روي اين درياي تند و تيره و سنگين كه مي دانيد
آن زمان كه مست هستيد از خيال دست يابيدن به
دشمن
آن زمان كه پيش خود بيهوده پنداريد
كه گرفتستيد دست ناتواني را
تا توانايي بهتر را پديد آريد
آن زمان كه تنگ مي بنديد
بر كمرهاتان كمربند
در چه هنگامي بگويم من ؟
يك نفر در آب دارد مي كند بيهوده جان قربان !
اي آدمها كه بر ساحل بساط دلگشا داريد !
نان به سفره ، جامه تان بر تن
يك نفر در آب مي خواند شما را .
موج سنگين را به دست خسته مي كوبد
بازمي دارد دهان با چشم از وحشت دريده
سايه هاتان را ز راه دور ديده
سايه هاتان را ز راه دور ديده
آب را بلعيده در گود كبود و هر زمان بي تابيش افزون
مي كند زين ابها بيرون
گاه سر ، گه پا .
آي آدمها !
او ز راه دور اين كهنه جهان را باز مي پايد
مي زند فرياد و اميد كمك دارد
اي آدمها كه روي ساحلِ آرام در كار تماشاييد
موج مي كوبد به روي ساحل خاموش
پخش مي گردد چنان مستي به جاي افتاده ، بس
مدهوش
مي رود نعره زنان ، وين بانگ باز از دور مي آيد :
- “ آي آدمها ” ….
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