{"id":332,"date":"2007-11-27T13:45:24","date_gmt":"2007-11-27T13:45:24","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/nucleus-import\/?p=332"},"modified":"2007-11-27T13:45:24","modified_gmt":"2007-11-27T13:45:24","slug":"i-came-back-to-you-kabul-s-girl-by-mohammad-sadegh-dehghan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/i-came-back-to-you-kabul-s-girl-by-mohammad-sadegh-dehghan\/","title":{"rendered":"I came back to you Kabul ‘s girl–..by Mohammad sadegh Dehghan"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\nI came back to you the Kabul ‘s girl<\/b><\/p>\n

Translated by: Yalda Negah Baktash <\/i><\/p>\n

I crumple the sea<\/p>\n

And your look<\/p>\n

” we are the country surrounded to dryness that \u2026.”<\/p>\n

You come and go drunken <\/p>\n

The weaknesses sense ” verb ” and “structure” that you are .And don’t contained with me in a rug
\nEven if you are the princess of my lyric poems<\/p>\n

My walked feet have gotten blistered ;<\/p>\n

how many seasons of bomings is this ?<\/p>\n

the repeat of deceitful heat wave of paradise<\/p>\n

in the inner folds wave of Ones flags<\/p>\n

on the ruined place of the city<\/p>\n

and you don’t have any new words to say .<\/p>\n

I spit the I LOVE YOU on the world<\/p>\n

Without rising any dust from ” laili s ” grave<\/p>\n

“Become old happily oh my young companion ” (1)<\/p>\n

you thrust dauntlessly your voice whinger (knife) on my kidney<\/p>\n

And only “its your sound to be left “(2)<\/p>\n

Undoubtedly the sky is bluer here<\/p>\n

That the bones are flaming in the wind<\/p>\n

And the turban men(3) <\/p>\n

Their blood , still-still are more colored<\/p>\n

That they treatment the peace raping in the paper ;<\/p>\n

This time<\/p>\n

Unseen , they know us<\/p>\n

And don’t want any even a round loaf of bread<\/p>\n

Perhaps they know that your table \u2013 cloth is a little modest<\/p>\n

Tell me : do you still think our country is surrounded to dryness ?<\/p>\n

We who have the world on our houses<\/p>\n

Without dying on the municipal division of the town<\/p>\n

With a captured herd of unfinished faith<\/p>\n

And you are still the drunkest Kabul ‘s girl<\/p>\n

In the crowded of suspense .<\/p>\n

Uprightness , I saw a dream \u2013 God’s will does it good \u2013<\/p>\n

In the north , you got married with a ghomandan (4)<\/p>\n

You Got tuberculosis and \u2026..<\/p>\n

No \u2026.. no \u2026\u2026 no \u2026..<\/p>\n

I should tell my dream to the water .<\/p>\n

I pass from the incoherent s alley of the city<\/p>\n

In this destroyed small house<\/p>\n

That grants the head of small castles<\/p>\n

I draw you quiet in the tend<\/p>\n

And we will sing and song on our being in love’s throne<\/p>\n

From empty the oceans ,<\/p>\n

Full of Mammoths fossils ,<\/p>\n

More of your colorless hairs ;<\/p>\n

But you deceit Lords with your “chagor”(5) sound .<\/p>\n

At the end<\/p>\n

I will die amorously in your breath<\/p>\n

Without telling you lady!<\/p>\n

You stand<\/p>\n

To be bent in the wind , inner fold of assembly you run away<\/p>\n

Along of unfinished line ;<\/p>\n

My struggle with twitching limbs will put inconclusive<\/p>\n

And in your last look I drowned .<\/p>\n

Oh \u2026 I have found my poetry book’s name :<\/p>\n

” Kabul, a perforator to ease of world” .<\/p>\n

1) a song of Farhad Darya a famous singer from Afghanistan .<\/p>\n

2) a looking in to persian poet lady Frogh Farokhzad .<\/p>\n

3) langote a type of turban.<\/p>\n

4) commander. <\/p>\n

5) a type of musical instruments in Afghanistan.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I came back to you the Kabul ‘s girl Translated by: Yalda Negah Baktash I crumple the sea And your look ” we are the country surrounded to dryness that \u2026.” You come and go drunken The weaknesses sense ” verb ” and “structure” that you are .<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":550,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[45],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/332"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/550"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=332"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/332\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/mahmag.org\/archive-english\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}