Translation into English !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Poem by :Mahmoud Ramadan(Egypt)
It's title : "End ofThe scenery"
From his poetical works:"Stories of the candour
"
Translated by :Hamed Habib (Egypt)
May be it will be beautiful and be straight one day.
As our time is turning,it turns with us
and changes.
Yea, it closed the circle around us
but we must bear,continue and think
about the next day.
In our eyes, lands of the perpiexity will
go away with flute's sound,and long
journey with the days that aren't content
to offer to us except its thorns
How of wishes ,it breaks
It's only fancy pushes you
At that time ,you imagine sceneries
are walking ahead of you as films
and think about the next day
and draw a way in the space
and prepare bag of illusions
and fill it with the best words
and you sometimes travels behind you
and sometimes ahead
and riding a train full of people, some
of them are going up, descending,
sitting,asleep ,and some of them fight
to find a place in midway.
Your heart is still have hope
with the sun's thread that it will
come tomorrow to distribute
a smile for life
and protect streets of the sadness
from the perpiexity
but the end of scenery
I'm still see you have breakfast
bitter of your sadness in your place
and your hand is still hold the
flute
and you are looking to the next
in your imagine.
*قصيدة للشاعر /محمود رمضان
_مصر
من ديوانه :"حواديت البراءة"
____________(نهاية
المشهد)_______
مسيرها ف يوم هتتعدّل
وزىّ زمانّا ماهو داير
تدور بينا وتتبدّل
صحيح قافلة علينا
وتتبدّل
صحيح قافلة علينا
الدائرة
وخانقة الحلم جوّانا
لكن لازم ح نتحمّل
و ح نكمّل
ونتأمّل فى بكره الجاى
و ف عيونّا
بلاد التوهة بتسافر
فى صوت النّاى
ورحلة طويلة م الأيام
اللى مش راضية تقدّم
لينا غير شوكها
وكان أمنية تمسكها
فَتُفرُكها
مُجرّد وهم بيزقّك
فتتخيّل بأنّك ماشى
مَشاهد ماشية قدامك
كما الأفلام
وتتأمّل فى بُكره الجاى
وترسم فى الفضاء سكّة
تحضّر شنطة الأوهام
وتملاها بأحلى كلام
وبتسافر ساعات خلفك
ساعات قُدّام
وراكب قطر مليان..
بناس طالعة
وناس نازلة
وناس قاعدة
وناس نايمة
وناس بتحارب علشان
تلقى..
فى وسط الطُّرقة حتى
مكان
ولسّه قلبك العشمان..
فى خيط الشمس اللى جاى
بُكره
يوزّع ع الحياة بسمة
ويحمى شوارع الأحزان..
من التوهان
لكن فى نهاية المشهد..
بشوفك لسّه فى مكانك
بتفطر مُرّ أحزانك
وماسكة إيدك لسه الناى
وباصص ع اللى كان جاى..
فى خيالك.
