FERESHTEH SARI [10.137]

Fereshteh Sari 

Poeta, escritora y traductora

Nacida en 1956, Teherán, Irán 

Licenciatura en Ciencias de la Computación, Universidad de Teherán 

Licenciada en Lengua y Literatura Rusa por la Universidad de Teherán

OBRAS:

Poemas

Echo of Silence

Collection of Modern Poems/First edition 1987/Second edition 1989/Cheshmeh Pub./ Persian Language/

Frames Without Portrait

Collection of Modern Poems/Cheshmeh Pub./1989/Persian Language/

The Figure in the Wind

Collection of Modern Poems/Gardoun Pub./1991/Persian Language/

Republic of Winter

Collection of Modern Poems/Cheshmeh Pub./1993/Persian Language/

Days and Letters

Collection of Modern Poems/Cheshmeh Pub./2002/Winner of Parvin Estesami Prize/Persian Language/

Novelas

Morvarid Khatoun

Sociably, destiny Novel/First Edition 1990/Second Edition 1998/Elm Pub./Persian Language/

Azure Island

Modern, subjective Novel/Gardoun Pub./1991/Persian Language/

Tomb of Lovers

Modern, technical, amorously Novel/First Edition Morqeh Amin Pub., 1995/Second Edition Elm Pub., 2000/Elm Pub./Persian Language/

Mitra

Modern, technical Novel/Elm Pub./1999/Persian Language/

The Aroma of Fennel

Modern, sociably, loving Novel/Elm Pub./2000/Persian Language/

Parissa

Modern, loving Novel/Qoqnous Pub./2004/Persian Language/

Historia:

Portray of Donya

Collection of modern Short Stories/Ofoq Pub./2002/ Persian Language/

Grito de júbilo

Yo he compuesto mi largo poema, de una vez

y ahora yo lo esparzo pedazo por pedazo desde un alto techo

No estés enojado conmigo

Si una pieza vaga cae en tu casa.

Recoge sus fragmentos y una vez más espárcelos

verás después

Como una vaga golondrina

dará un grito de júbilo

Selección de Poesía Contemporánea iraní

Traducción de Fariba Gurguin

To Wither or to Blossom

- My silver faced girl

of my restless country!

who are you that the tooth of greed

is scratching on the veins of your arms

and plundering

your silver body.

- My eyes, endless black wells,

and my lips are rosy red

with the same fate

- to wither or to blossom -

my body spreads the perfume of earth

and my arms spreads the perfume of labor.

? - My daughter who has known the taste of being awake,

why are you so restless

like the fish in the net.

- This is a dance between death and life;

the hunter

is awaiting to lay my body into earth;

the sea

has opened her arms to take me to her embrace.

The sea,

the embrace,

the hunter,

the dagger.

I,

all the gaze;

on a living and fighting heart

deprived of its body

beats blood on the earth.

Translated to English by M. Alexandrian