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زوزه های زمستان

 

                    

 

 

      زوزه هاي زمستان The Hounds Of Winter

 

 

ستاره ها رفته اند                                                                                                                                                                              

از رختخواب بلند ميشوم                                                                                                                                                                 

افكارم را متمركز مي سازم                                                                                                                                             

بايد سرم را بلند كنم                                                                                                                                                               

انگار او رفته است                                                                                                                                                                

گويي ميخكوب شده ام                                                                                                                                                  

با زوزه هاي زمستان                                                                                                                                                                 

كه در باد به گوش مي رسند                                                                                                                                                          

 

 

 

 

تمام روز،راه رفتم                                                                                                                                                                 

كتم را به دورگوشم پيچيدم                                                                                                                                                    

به دنبال يارم گشتم                                                                                                                                                               

بايد اشك هايم را پاك كنم                                                                                                                                                           

گويي او رفته است                                                                                                                                                                

چه زود تركم كرد                                                                                                                                                                      

همچون هواي زمستان،تيره و تارم                                                                                                                                           

همچون انساني در كره ماه،سرد شده ام                                                                                                                     

 

 

 

هنوز چهره اش را مي بينم                                                                                                                                                               

كه زيباست همچون روز                                                                                                                                                                 

به آساني به ياد مي آورم                                                                                                                                                            

او را به همان شكل به ياد مي آورم                                                                                                                                    

هر چه ميشنوم صداي تنهايي است                                                                                                                            

زوزه هاي زمستان                                                                                                                                                                   

مرا دنبال ميكنند                                                                                                                                                                      

 

 

 

 

نمي توانم آتش بر پا كنم                                                                                                                                                         

بدان سان كه او مي توانست.                                                                                                                                                   

تمام روزهايم را                                                                                                                                                                         

به جست و جوي چوب خشك مي گذرانم                                                                                                                                

تمام پنجره ها را تخته كوب كرده ام                                                                                                                             

در خانه را بسته ام                                                                                                                                                                             

باور نمي كنم كه ديگر اينجا نيست                                                                                                                       

 

 

 

 

فصلي براي لذت                                                                                                                                                                              

فصلي براي اندوه                                                                                                                                                                      

هر جا كه رفته باشد                                                                                                                                                                         

حتما،حتما به دنبالش خواهم رفت                                                                                                                                            

او روزهايم را نوراني مي كرد                                                                                                                                                  

او سرد ترين شب را،گرم ميكرد                                                                                                                                      

زوزه هاي زمستان                                                                                                                                                                   

مرا به ياد آنها انداخته اند    

                                                    


نويسنده: مــــــــــــهــــــــــــدی مورخ: در ساعت: 8:19
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