گاهی، نگاهی

Impressions, Sunrise

نیمه های شب،‌ بعد از دو و نیم صبح نیمه خواب و نیمه بیدار تابلوی نقاشی مونه از طلوع آفتاب را توی یکی از شبکه‌های اجتماعی دیدم. این نقاشی که گویا سبک نقاشی امپرسیونیسم را راه انداخته، من را به میانه یک سراب خیالی پرتاب کرد جایی که همه سو همان سوست و همه نجواها بی معنی‌اند. ترجمه انگلیسی را محض تفریح خودم زیرش گذاشتم. اگر دوست داشتید جایی به اشتراک بگذارید،‌ با ذکر منبع هیچ اشکالی ندارد! ۰

Oh the far away reflection of my hopes, 
where are you?
For I am lost in this mirage, 
— one with no beginning and without an end,
where you have put my cheerful fantasies, 
in a boat made of  my desire to find you,
and steer it, so gently, so calmly, 
    to the places you won’t be!

All I can see in every direction,
are the fluttering distant images of your embrace,
    dispatching me to endless journeys,
where in every turn, are the mystic spells of sirens, 
calling my name in vain…

Which direction if I go, will I finally feel the touch of your dreamy hands on my burning chest?
In what direction, If I send the waves, of my yearning for you, of me wanting you, will they finally come ashore? 

That goblet of fire on the sky? It is not the sun!
It is the last remaining star, from my memories of your eyes, 
which has risen so early, to accompany this restless search…

Oh please do not close your eyes,
For I am lost in this mirage,
— one with no beginning and without an end,
where If there is a spark, 
it is only the deception of the starless nights…

Parsa Mirhaji, 
March 22, 2021  
@pmirhaji

PS: It was 2:30am, with a brain half asleep, I stumbled upon Claude Monet’s painting that later i found had steered the impressionist movement: “Impression, Sunrise 1872”, only to wakeup in a surreal world of mirages and mystic whisperers, where every direction is the same direction, and no whisper contains a message…