کاردَک ٬بفارسی و انگلیسی: مجید نفیسی!

کاردَک مجید نفیسی خُرد خُرد می تراشم با کاردکِ شعر خود ازین لایه ی سختِ ساروج. می دانم که در پسِ آن شعله ی سرخ آتشگاه نیست که فاتح، به گِل پوشانید در زیر مسجد آدینه ی اصفهان. می دانم که در پسِ آن گونه ی سرخ دختران نیست که والی به گچ پوشانید بر دیوار کاخ چهل ستون. می دانم که در پسِ آن واژه ی سرخ خون است که بر آن ساروج می کشند بیدادان با دروغ و دادخواهان با فراموشی. خُرد خُرد می تراشم با کاردکِ شعر خود. 16 ژانویه 1986

 

Poetry Knife By Majid Naficy I scrape bit by bit From this hard layer of cement With my poetry knife. I know that behind it There is not the red flame of a fire temple That the conqueror covered with mud Under the Isfahan Friday mosque.* I know that behind it There is not the red cheeks of young women That the governor covered with plaster On the walls of Forty-Column Palace.** I know that behind it There is the red word of blood Covered by the unjust with lies And by the just with forgetfulness. I scrape bit by bit With my poetry knife. January 16, 1986 *- In the 8th century, Muslim Arab conquerors of Iran built a Friday mosque on top of what used to be a fire temple in Isfahan. Iranians were Zoroastrians and worshipped Ahura-Mazda in fire temples. **- This religious censorship happened at the time of Qajar dynasty in Isfahan.   "And yet it does turn!" Galileo Galilei (1564-1642)