My poems translated from English to Hebrew by the poet Tali Cohen Shabtai

 

**תורגם מאנגלית לעברית על ידי המשוררת טלי כהן שבתאי

.**Translated from English to Hebrew by the poet Tali Cohen Shabtai

 

1.

רגעים אבודים

 

הבוקר קיבלתי שבעה אָלֶפְבֵּיתים

לא ידועים, ללא שמות.

אני שומר אותם מתחת לכר.

 

אני עשוי לכתוב את הצמדים שבחלומי

משום שאני חושב שלילה זה הזמן הנכון.

רק פעם אחת, אביא את האָלֶפְבֵּיתים לעמוד

 

אני ממלא את הסטנזות ביותר

ציפוי וקליפה ממה שפואמה צריכה

 

אני ממלא את השורה בתפרים

שהצטברו מפרחי צִפָּרְנֵי הֶחָתוּל

 

עד לנקודה הבלתי נראת, העמודים הריקים

מזמינים את אותיותי ומילותי החבויות.

 

כל רשומה מלווה במלודיות ארוכות

ואני כותב כדי לציין את הרגעים האבודים.

 

 

1.

Lost Moments

 

This morning I have received seven alphabets

unknown, unnamed.

keep them under the pillow.

 

I may write the couplets in my dream

for I think night is the right time

only once, I will bring the alphabets on the page

 

I fill the stanzas with more

coating and crust than a poem needs

 

Filling the line with stiches

accrued from the marigold flowers.

 

To the point of invisibility, the blank pages

invite my hidden letters and words.

 

Every post comes with long cantos

and I write to mark the lost moments.

 

©gopallahiri

 

 

2.

סֶגֶר

 

הלילה החשוך מגביר

את הלב הלחוץ של העני וחסר הבית.

 

החלקיקים האחרונים של פדיקורים מרסקים בשלבים  ,

הינך בא פנים מול פנים עם מה ששוכב מתחת.

 

זעקות אילמות מלכלכות את המדרגות ועדני החלונות.

שיחות הטלפון הינן מלאות בהִּלות ודמעות.

 

ריח העשן

והארומה הצורבת של הכימיקלים הם היסטוריה עכשיו.

 

צִיצִית הדשא הינה מתנדנדת באיטיות

בתוך ים הלהבים הרגוע.

 

גיבור הבידוד עולה בחלומותיך,

והבטחת-התחיה מתנשאת מעל.

2.

Lockdown

 

The dark night amplifies,

the pressured heart of the poor and homeless.

 

Final flecks of pedicures chip away,

you are coming face to face what lies beneath.

 

Silent cries litter the doorsteps and window panes

phone calls are full of halos and tears.

 

The smell of smoke

and the pungent musk of the chemicals are history now.

 

A tuft of grass is slowly riffling,

amid the calm sea of blades.

 

The quarantine hero rises up in your dreams,

the promise of rebirth looms large.

 

©gopallahiri

 

Bio-

גופל להירי הוא משורר, מבקר, עורך ומתרגם דו-לשוני שבסיסו בכלכותה עם 22 ספרים שלו שיצאו לאור –  14 באנגלית ו 8 בבנגלית כולל ארבעה שיתופי-פעולה.

כמו כן, השירה שלו גם הופיעה באַנְתּוֹלוֹגְיָות שונות, כולל כתבי-עט מוכרים ברחבי העולם. קרדיטים אחרונים: Ink Sweat & Tears, Verse Virtual, Harbinger Asylum, Borderless Journal, Spillwords, Euonia Review, Cajun Mutt Press.. השירה שלו התפרסמה ב-12 מדינות והפואמות שלו מתורגמות ל-10 שפות.

 Gopal Lahiri is a Kolkata- based bilingual poet, critic, editor and translator with 22 books published mostly (14) in English and a few (8) in Bengali, including four joint books. His poetry is also published across various anthologies as well as in eminent journals worldwide.  Recent credits: Ink Sweat & Tears, Verse Virtual, Harbinger Asylum, Borderless Journal, Spillwords, Euonia Review, Cajun Mutt Press. He is published in 12 countries and his poems are translated in 10 languages.

 

 

Haiku in English (Gopal Lahiri)

Haiku in Dutch translation (Chaitali Sengupta)

mother birds caress new born chicks missing morning classes a spoon of love on her lips birds in flight hungry stone screaming in silence the emerald sea stretching to a hazy skyline winter rain washing the cardamom leaves pale sunbeams- a tiny woodpecker curving your smile my memories fall on the wooden table. seabirds take with them the mountain shadows the green turf unfurrowed by human footsteps the blue ants touching the friendly roots

Moedervogels strelen pasgeboren  kuikens die  ochtendlessen missen  een lepel liefde  op haar lippen vogels tijdens de vlucht hongerige steen schreeuwend  in stilte smaragdgroene zee die zich uitstrekt tot een wazige skyline winterregen wassen  de kardemomblaadjes Bleke zonnestralen Een kleine specht Het buigen van uw glimlach mijn herinneringen vallen op de houten tafel Zeevogels nemen mee De bergschaduwen De groene grasmat Ontplooid door menselijke stappen De blauwe mieren aanraken de vriendelijke wortels

My haiku is translated in Dutch by Chaitali Sengupta, translator and poet from Netherland.

Tali Cohen Shabtai, is a poet, she was born in Jerusalem, Israel. She began writing poetry at the age of six, she had been an excellent student of literature. She began her writings by publishing her impressions in the school’s newspaper. Frst of all she published her poetry in a prestigious literary magazine of Israel ‘Moznayim’ when she was fifteen years old.

Tali has written three poetry books: Purple Diluted in a Black’s Thick, (bilingual 2007), Protest (bilingual 2012) and Nine Years Away From You (2018).

Tali’s poems expresses spiritual and physical exile. She is studying her exile and freedom paradox, her cosmopolitan vision is very obvious in her writings. She lived some years in Oslo Norway and in the U.S.A. She is very prominent as a poet with a special lyric, "she doesn’t give herself easily, but subject to her own rules".

Tali studied at the "David Yellin College of Education" for a bachelor's degree. She is a member of the Hebrew Writers Association and the Israeli Writers Association in the state of Israel.

In 2014, Cohen Shabtai also participated in a Norwegian documentary about poets' lives called "The Last Bohemian"- "Den Siste Bohemien",and screened in the cinema in Scandinavia. By 2020, her fourth book of poetry will be published which will also be published in Norway. Her literary works have been translated into many languages as well.

Poems

I visited God \Tali Cohen Shabtai

I visited

God

Today

A handful accompany me

No need

Of many

To carry a woman

To the marring-place

To marry

Death.

I will not be satisfieds

With this

Gesture

Of appriciation

Fot a woman

In her hour.

Now it is clear

How you waited,how

You waited

For him

And he did not come!

Sorry,

Woman

Sbout that

Deception.

Lovers \ Tali Cohen Shabtai

On seeing

The sooty cascade of your hair

Gleaming in the dew of daybreack, flash-

Es the dew captive,

Not the abundance.

And on touching

The ivory whiteness of your skin

What the shadow did not dim

With grief

How transparent! Forfend!

They will not long contain the revealed

When the mind refuses

To bear the night,with its eyes'

Conflagration

None will encipher the secret

In wonder.

At the sound

Of your speech as in song

They already forgave.

Those who knew me

And whose names I did not call

Are my lovers.

My cat\ Tali Cohen Shabtai

There is a strange silence

Somebody died on the sofa

Maybe it’s not the one by me who died

When I counted the number of the dead

In this silence

She has stolen the death, very fast

In the breaks between

Inhalation and exhalation

No number of soldiers will

Worship the death of a newborn

Of 4.9 kg

Who has been to ashes

I have been with her

One year

Poems of Tali Cohen Shabtai

I visited God \Tali Cohen Shabtai

I visited

God

Today

A handful accompany me

No need

Of many

To carry a woman

To the marring-place

To marry

Death.

I will not be satisfieds

With this

Gesture

Of appriciation

Fot a woman

In her hour.

Now it is clear

How you waited,how

You waited

For him

And he did not come!

Sorry,

Woman

Sbout that

Deception.

Lovers \ Tali Cohen Shabtai

On seeing

The sooty cascade of your hair

Gleaming in the dew of daybreack, flash-

Es the dew captive,

Not the abundance.

And on touching

The ivory whiteness of your skin

What the shadow did not dim

With grief

How transparent! Forfend!

They will not long contain the revealed

When the mind refuses

To bear the night,with its eyes'

Conflagration

None will encipher the secret

In wonder.

At the sound

Of your speech as in song

They already forgave.

Those who knew me

And whose names I did not call

Are my lovers.

My cat\ Tali Cohen Shabtai

There is a strange silence

Somebody died on the sofa

Maybe it’s not the one by me who died

When I counted the number of the dead

In this silence

She has stolen the death, very fast

In the breaks between

Inhalation and exhalation

No number of soldiers will

Worship the death of a newborn

Of 4.9 kg

Who has been to ashes

I have been with her

One year

 Bio-

Tali Cohen Shabtai, is a poet, she was born in Jerusalem, Israel. She began writing poetry at the age of six, she had been an excellent student of literature. She began her writings by publishing her impressions in the school’s newspaper. Frst of all she published her poetry in a prestigious literary magazine of Israel ‘Moznayim’ when she was fifteen years old.

Tali has written three poetry books: Purple Diluted in a Black’s Thick, (bilingual 2007), Protest (bilingual 2012) and Nine Years Away From You (2018).

Tali’s poems expresses spiritual and physical exile. She is studying her exile and freedom paradox, her cosmopolitan vision is very obvious in her writings. She lived some years in Oslo Norway and in the U.S.A. She is very prominent as a poet with a special lyric, "she doesn’t give herself easily, but subject to her own rules".

Tali studied at the "David Yellin College of Education" for a bachelor's degree. She is a member of the Hebrew Writers Association and the Israeli Writers Association in the state of Israel.

In 2014, Cohen Shabtai also participated in a Norwegian documentary about poets' lives called "The Last Bohemian"- "Den Siste Bohemien",and screened in the cinema in Scandinavia. By 2020, her fourth book of poetry will be published which will also be published in Norway. Her literary works have been translated into many languages as well.