Saturday, August 10, 2019

MY DEARLY BELOVED MOTHER
Joanna Svensson
                                              
My dearly beloved mother
To me you will always be
As beautiful and young
As you were in your greatest days

As elegant and graceful
Happy and bright
And always in the best
of moods

Just like that
I will remember you
For ever, my dearly beloved mother
And never as old and sick and fragile

We, your children, take care of you now
In the best way we possibly can
To show our gratitude and our love
Just like you did
for each and everyone of us

In your painting of life
Time with its skilful brush
Has painted many memories
Memories of life
Sometimes being a fiest

But there are also dusky, gloomy ones
Filled with fear and deep sorrow
And memories of starvation, misery and war

Nine decades have passed
Almost
Since the day that you were born
But I still see in you
That young and beautiful woman
So strong of will and determination

I see your joy for life
In those glittering eyes of yours
The eyes that hold the future
Your love for life is so sincere
Each day for you is like a special gift
Each day for you is a miracle

You often say
You want to stay
Stay on with us - as long as possible
As long as you may
As long as they above
As long as they above - will let you

Because the lives
You once has given given birth to
They've become five
Five generations now
And now you want to share your wisdom
with all of them

Share your love and experience
Then pass on the burning torch of life
Pass it on with a feeling of security
Pass it on to the next generation
With a humble hope of expectation
A hope that they will also want to
Pass it further on

My dearly beloved mother
To us you will always be
As young and beautiful as ever
Because this is what you are to us
For ever, dear mother, for ever!

©® Joanna Svensson
© Private picture Joanna Svensson

Svenstorp - Sweden - 9th of August 2019

Friday, August 9, 2019

SIDDHARTHA
Anna Ferriero
                                                        
In the heart of Nepal
left a message,
you of a common man
your great Destiny
your hard Path.
In Wealth and money
you have lived your life
women and beauty
your heart have
kidnapped, them.

For the sake of a sheet
a villa he made you
your unhappy Father
he gave you a wife.
One evening suddenly
your verdict Balance
began the ascent
of Mudras and Gems.
Siddhartha Your Name
you have given your heart
for that great courage
you have awakened

Wednesday, August 7, 2019

جدار الصمت

الشاعر ابو حمزة شرف الدين
                                    
تستمتعيني صمت
عند نشوة بوحي إليك
هل تهطل عليك
المعاني وتجمعينها بأقداح
التأمل
أم تستعذبي عذابي
بصمتك
نحري موجه إليك بغفلة
من إحساسي
إرمي غدرك في خاصرة
وفائي
ولا تأسفي
خيباتي ستداوي أوجاعي

كل وعودك سراب لم أعد
أؤمن بها
خيباتي المغلفة
بعواطف
المحبة
تأخذني إليك شوق
ولهفة
لم استعجل لكنها حماقات
قلبي
ليتك تعي حقيقة
الأمر
خوفي عليك أن تتلاشي
وعود سرابية
وتنكتبي في مساحة قلبي
فراغ

في مدارج خيالي
المستشري في ملامح جمالك
لي علامات
كلما ظهرت واحدة
أوقعت وسط قلبي أثرها
أشعلت وهج
الروح
وفاضت بين أضلعي نشوة
البوح

أبو حمزة


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Tuesday, August 6, 2019

<My Heart Love You Like Grass>
                                              
Author/Tian Yu

I'm not even a dust in the worldwide.
It's more like an inch of grass in the blank sky.
Waiting for the sunshine and moonlight,
Waiting for the unfolding of fortune prophecy to my life.

Until you suddenly appeared beside me.
You're like a lovely angel coming slowly.
Heaven and earth have turned the century abruptly.
Your heart and soul are rooted in my blood quietly.

If the heart is in love,
The roots of dead trees are irrigated.
You are the spell of wisdom.
Many lead me out of the haze.

If the heart is in love,
I'll forget all the difficulty.
It seems that everything has been changed.
I don't say anything about my feelings.
Just because the love exists.
MY GUARDIAN ANGEL IN MY HAMMOCK
Joanna Svensson

                                    

I saw my Guardian angel
An early morning in June
Sleeping in my hammock
Between the cherry trees

His wings were resting
On a cloud - danced by elfs
Just above the meadow
In the morning

I have seen it
Quite a few days now
Flying around and inspecting
That all the little birds
Breed and develope well
And that all the flowers
Get colored magically

All that lives and dwells
In my summers garden
Love the angels' beautiful inside
It's thanks to him it's multiplying
That all seasons - are enchanted still

When evening falls
And night is sweeping, tucking in
With its calm
All living creations

Then he puts himself to rest
Here, right here in my hammock.
Stringed up between the cherry trees

Just waiting til the next day
To do it all over again

With his loving spirit
He touches  all living - all around
I see him often
In my garden
Singing lives' and fulfilments song
Everything he touches - comes to life!

©® Joanna Svensson

© Private picture Joanna Svensson

Sunday, August 4, 2019


الشاعرة البولندية
Alicja kuberska 
Alicja Maria kuberskقصيدة القطار مترجمة بقلم الشاعر شروق حمود 
                                      
صعدت قطار الحياة
صفر اليدين،
دون ملابس
ولا مشاعر
ورقة بيضاء فارغة
ورقة نشاف تمتصّ كل شيء.

سأخرج منه مثقلة برزمٍ من الانطباعات والذكريات.

رزم حزمتها بحذر
بعضها تلاشى
مثلما يتلاشى الحبر عن الرسائل القديمة.
ربطتها بشرائط من كل الألوان
البيض منها ذكريات لا ضرورة لها
والسود منها هي الكثيفة الصادمة.

قابلت الكثير من المسافرين
خلال رحلتي الطويلة هذه
قابلت أيضآ سائقي الدراجات
الذين صعدوا القطار
في محطات مختلفة.

كل لقاءٍ
حتى هذا اللقاء الأقصر 
مثل ومضة شمس أو رفرفة جناحي فراشة
ملأ وأثرى حقيبة خبراتي.

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