Night

(night)

The night began with your gaze and the moon

Behind the thin curtains of clouds,

Watching us sat in silence.

You were in front of me

and between us

a distance as big as a breath;

Breath that every time

getting closer

It makes me forget the world.

When your hand reached me,

candle

understood the meaning of burning;

And I understood

some kisses

Before they sit on the lips,

They make you restless.

you were calm

And I chaos;

But that night

Even my chaos

In the arms of your silence

He calmed down.

We stayed until dawn;

Not so that the night doesn't end.

Because love

take a chance

All his unsaid

between two hearts

whisper softly

and in the morning

When the first light

sit on your shoulders

I understood:

some nights

They are not for sleeping;

This is because Adam

once in a lifetime

all of himself

Leave it to someone

#behnammohtarami #

(شب)

شب از نگاه تو آغاز شد و ماه،

پشت پرده‌های نازک ابر،

تماشای ما را به سکوت نشست.

تو روبه‌رویم بودی

و میان ما

فاصله‌ای به اندازه‌ی یک نفس

نفسی که هر بار

نزدیک‌تر می‌شد،

جهان را از یادم می‌برد.

دستت که به دستم رسید،

شمع

معنای سوختن را فهمید

و من فهمیدم

بعضی بوسه‌ها

پیش از آن‌که بر لب بنشینند،

آدم را بی‌قرار می‌کنند.

تو آرام بودی

و من آشوب

اما در آن شب

حتی آشوب من

در آغوش سکوت تو

آرام گرفت.

تا سحر ماندیم

نه برای آن‌که شب تمام نشود،

برای آن‌که عشق

فرصت کند

تمام ناگفته‌هایش را

میان دو قلب

آهسته زمزمه کند.

و صبح،

وقتی نخستین نور

بر شانه‌هایت نشست،

فهمیدم

بعضی شب‌ها

برای خوابیدن نیستند؛

برای این‌اند که آدم

یک‌بار در تمام عمر

تمام خویش را

به یک نفر بسپارد.

#بهنام_محترمی#

I don,t want to die

I don't want to die

I don't want to die, although this world is full of pain

I still have passion, passion for dawn in my heart

I don't want to die, am I still full of life?

No, in my ruins, I find new hope

I still have words, I still have poems left

This rebellious heart still has thousands of wishes left

Although I am tired from the night, although the wound is many

The morning will still come, this story is still awake

I don't want to die to tell what was hidden

So that my cry will one day be heard by the sleeping ones

I don't want to die; I am still that [free].

If the world kills me, I will not die; in my poem

#behnammohtarami #

نمی خواهم بمیرم

نمی‌خواهم بمیرم، گرچه این دنیا پر از درد است

هنوزم در دلم شوق نفس، شوق سحر، هست

نمی‌خواهم بمیرم، من هنوز از زندگی سیرم؟

نه، در ویرانه‌های خویش، امیدی تازه می‌گیرم

هنوزم حرف‌ها دارم، هنوزم شعرها باقی‌ست

هنوز این قلب سرکش را هزاران آرزو باقی‌ست

اگرچه خسته‌ام از شب، اگرچه زخم بسیار است

هنوزم صبح خواهد آمد، هنوز این قصه بیدار است

نمی‌خواهم بمیرم، تا بگویم آنچه پنهان ماند

تا فریاد من روزی به گوش خفتگان افتد

نمی‌خواهم بمیرم؛ من هنوز آن [آزاده]ام

اگر دنیا مرا کشت، نخواهم مرد؛ در شعرم.

#بهنام_محترمی#

Human rights

حقوق بشر بر لب، ولی خون بر زمین

کجاست آن داد و انصاف شما، ای مدعیان؟

به مدرسه اگر آتش زند، کودک چه کرد؟

به جشن عروسی، آن مادرِ بی‌کس چه کرد؟

شما از صلح گفتید و جهان را خون گرفت

زبان‌تان حق بشر گفت و بشر را خون گرفت

نه بمب اتم، نه آتش، نه موشک افتخار

که از خاکستر کودک نمانَد جز غبار

شما را گر بشر بود آن‌که در آتش سوخت

چرا وجدان دنیا این‌چنین خاموش ماند؟

وحوش تندخو را گر به انسان نام نیست

حقوق بشر، بی‌جان انسان، احترام نیست

Human rights on the lips, but blood on the ground

Where is your fairness, you claimants?

What did the child do if the school was set on fire?

What did that lonely mother do to the wedding party?

You spoke of peace and the world was filled with blood

Your tongue said "human right" and it took human blood

No atom bomb, no fire, no rocket of honor

What remains of the child's ashes is nothing but dust

You were like a human being that was burned in the fire

Why did the conscience of the world remain silent like this?

A hot-tempered beast is not called a human

Human rights, inanimate human beings, are not respect

#Behnammohtarami_googel_com #

#بهنام_محترمی#

Hot death

hot death

They took the treasure and called it war

They brought a cure and made him invulnerable

There was laughter in the city

But behind the laughter

The sobs of thousands of houses were hidden

i

I became upside down

Tears on the face of the homeland

On the silent stone of the street

They returned the friend

was (voted)

The vote in the power market

It changes every day

They overturned the road

became (mad)

and the day

Because it was forced back

He sat down on the table

and bread

He got up from the table

They returned the acquaintance

became (essay)

Another acquaintance

We don't see it except in the essay book

in the city

the strangers

are more familiar

If I overturn death

It gets (warm).

And what a strange time this is

that death

of life

It has become warmer

But whatever you return the thief

He is a thief again

Take the wolf to any side of the mirror

It is a wolf again

and the pain

No matter how many words you change

It's the same pain again

So it's time

Do not reverse the words

Do not turn the truth upside down

which is a treasure if there is a war

Treatment if unfit

Friend, if you vote

the way if har

And day if force

What else is left?

Except people

that in the mirror of words

themselves

Do they see upside down?

#Behnam_Mohtarami

مرگ گرم

گنج را بردند و نامش را نهادند جنگ

درمان آوردند و از آن ساختند نامرد

قهقهه بر لب شهر بود

اما پشت خنده

هق‌هق هزاران خانه پنهان بود

من

وارونه که شدم[ نم ]شدم

نم اشکی بر گونهٔ وطن

بر سنگ خاموش خیابان

یار را برگرداندند

شد (رای)

رأیی که در بازار قدرت

هر روز عوض می‌شود

راه را واژگون کردند

(هار) شد

و روز

چون برگشت (زور) شد

زور بر سفره نشست

و نان

از سفره برخاست

آشنا را برگرداندند

شد (انشا)

دیگر آشنا را

جز در دفتر انشا نمی‌بینیم

در شهر

غریبه‌ها

آشناترند

مرگ را اگر واژگون کنم

(گرم)می‌شود

و این چه روزگار غریبی‌ست

که مرگ

از زندگی

گرم‌تر شده است

اما دزد را هرچه برگردانی

باز دزد است

گرگ را هر سوی آینه ببری

باز گرگ است

و درد را

هرقدر واژه عوض کنی

باز همان درد است

پس ای زمانه

کلمات را وارونه نکن

حقیقت را وارونه نکن

که گنج اگر جنگ شود

درمان اگر نامرد

یار اگر رأی

راه اگر هار

و روز اگر زور

دیگر چه می‌ماند

جز مردمی

که در آینه واژه‌ها

خودشان را

وارونه می‌بینند؟

#بهنام_محترمی#

Indebted to a Glance بدهکار یک نگاه

اول به دار آرام تو را
وانگه گرفتارت شوم

First, I’ll gently lay you on the gallows of love,
Then lose myself completely, caught in your love.

در کوی عشق روی تو
سرگشته و بیمارت شوم

In the alley of love for your face,
I’ll wander lost, lovesick, and undone.

گر تیغ هجران برکشی
من کشتهٔ دیدارت شوم

If you draw the sword of separation,
I’ll gladly die for one glimpse of you.

یک لحظه گر بنمایی رخ
صد ساله بدهکارت شوم

If only for a moment you reveal your face,
I’ll owe you my heart for a hundred years.

#behnammohtarami#

The pond

[The Pond]

There was a pond where, for years, two groups of old fish ruled:

one called themselves reformists, the other conservatives.

Both prescribed remedies for the pond,

spoke of water, the future, and staying in their homeland,

but when it came to their own children,

they quietly took them out of the water and sent them toward the sea.

They would say:

“The sea is a better place;

they will have a future there.”

But the people’s young fish were kept in the same pond—

the very place where a fish-eating bird circled above them every day.

Every morning, the heron would come

and snatch one of the young fish.

The old fish would watch and say:

“What a tragedy...”

But the next day,

another young fish would become its victim.

And stranger still,

their own children were never in the pond.

They were swimming in distant seas,

growing up in safer waters,

while the old fish prayed for them from that very pond.

Years passed.

The pond became empty of the young

and crowded with old fish.

They stayed too long,

rotted too long,

and the water of the pond became so stagnant

that even the heron no longer came for them.

One day, the heron landed on a branch and said:

“These are no longer prey;

they are the very smell of death.”

And the pond finally understood

that what remained was neither life nor politics;

only an army of old fish

who had sent their own children to the sea

while leaving the children of the people

to become prey for the heron.

#Behnammohtarami_googel_com #