aescheretalks

[aescheretalks]

Esi ne dzo la o! Ko evͻ

Ne zu aya ƒoƒo ma le atiawo me ɖaa

When your time has come, well it was done. You have become the breath that lives in the leaves

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איז דאָ אַ גאַנג. איז קלעטער, שפרײַז,

קויף אויס דעם דורותֿדיקן שטרויכל.

דער טויט איז מוחל יעדער גרײַז,

נאָר זײַן אַ קנעכט איז ער ניט מוחל.

iz do a gang. iz kleter, shfrayz,

koyf aoys dem durusdikn shtroykhl.

der toyt iz mukhl yeder grayz,

nor zayn a knekht iz er nit mukhl.

There is a way: arise, wayfarer.

Redeem the old snare. Stride and save.

Death may forgive you any error

but can't forgive you staying a slave.

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Ótan éftasa edó gia próti forá, sto topío tou télous,

O aéras émpaine sto stóma mou me tétoia manía

Sa na ímoun o monadikós apodéktis tou

Méchri óles oi léxeis mou na exafanistoún.

Káthe déntro ypodéchetai diaforetiká ton ánemo

Álla ypoféroun, álla páli antistékontai

When I arrived for the first time in this landscape of endings

The wind entered my mouth with such fury

As if I were its sole receptacle

Until all my words disappeared.

Every tree receives the wind differently

Some suffer others resist

[aescheretalks]

need linnad kus oled armastanud

nad on natuke yhtemoodi

ykskõik kus maailmajaos

neis on samad tänavanurgad

neis peegeldub sama jõgi

neis voolavad samad pilved

these cities where you have loved

they are similar somehow

around the world

they have the same streetcorners

they reflect the same river

there are the same clouds flowing

[aescheretalks]

Ayaamahan wada qalalan

Qodxaha waayaha ku baxay

Waxay qalayaan jidhkee

Muxuu qalbiyada is-jecel

U kala qaadaa waqtigu?

These days are all dry

The thorns they have sprouted

Are shredding my flesh

Why are hearts that love each other

Taken apart by time?

[aescheretalks]

Мечтанью вечному в тиши

Так предаемся мы, поэты;

Так ��уеверные приметы

Согласны с чувствами души.

Mechtan'yu vechnomu v tishi

Tak predayemsya my, poety;

Tak suyevernyye primety

Soglasny s chuvstvami dushi.

A poet lives in dreams and signs,

and in his superstition sings,

thinking his feeling realigns

the contexture of things.

[aescheretalks]

‎אדבר אתך גלויות

‎כלומר אהיה גלויה

‎כלומר אשלח את עצמי אליך

‎מקעקעת מלים, מכוסה בולים

adaber atakh gluyot

khlumar ahayah gluyah

khlumer ashlakh et atzmi alikh

mekakat malim, mekhusa bolim

I will talk with you like a postcard

that is to say I will be open

that is to say I will send myself to you

tattooed with words, covered in stamps

[aescheretalks]

Mas poderei dizer-vos que elas ousam? Ou vão, por injunções

muito mais sérias, lustrar pecados que jamais repousam?

But should I tell you that they are daring? Or that they go, with far more serious orders, to polish sins that never rest?

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Zaman bütün kıvrımlarıyla iç içe yatıyor // Sana tutunduğum yerlerden çözülüyorum

Time lies intertwined with all its twists // I come undone in places I held onto you

[aescheretalks]

Скорбью томятся люди одною:

В сердце вместиться должна

Земная вся теплота

И звездная вся высота.

Skorb'yu tomyatsya lyudi odnoyu:

V serdtse vmestit'sya dolzhna

Zemnaya vsya teplota

I zvezdnaya vsya vysota.

People languish in solitary sorrow:

The heart needs to fit

All the warmth of the world,

All the height of the heavens.

[aescheretalks]

Þæs oferēode, þisses swā mæġ.

That passed, in time; so too can this.

[aescheretalks]

a te tested a város –

át szeretnék folyni rajtad:

örökké benned, örökké mozgásban,

tükrözni akarom vibráló fényeidet.

your body is the city,

mine the river moving

through you, always flowing,

reflecting your light.

[aescheretalks]

U trid tgħidli,

tixtieq tgħidli li l-lożor blu bħal-lejl.

Hekk biss nitqaddsu

piż fuq dal-lożor blu.

U r-riħa mrembla tiegħek tinfidni.

And what you want to say,

what you’d like to say is that the sheets are blue as night.

The only way we are exalted

will be as weight on these blue sheets.

And the bundled smell of you pierces me through.

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forvos zol ikh itster meyn troyer bahaltn?

ven harts, vi a bekher, iz ful iber bregn. . .

ot do, inem land, inem zunik tseshtraltn,--

a harbstiker elnt zikh valgert aoyf vegn. . .

Why should I hide my sadness now?

When the heart, like a cup, is filled to the brim

Just here in this country, in this radiant sunshine

An autumn loneliness roams the roads . . .

[aescheretalks]

berahi seumpama memori:

semakin direka-reka dan diingat kembali

semakin asing ia terasa.

berahi mendendam pada bahasa:

karena kata-kata cuma membikin jarak

antara sang pencerita dan kisah ciptaannya

sendiri.

lust like memory: the more it’s imagined and remembered again the stranger it feels.

lust exacts revenge on language: because words only create distance between the storyteller and the story they tell themselves.

[aescheretalks]

Šta to natera čoveka da krene

na sopstvene snove čekićem?

what drives a man to take a hammer

to attack his own dreams?

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星はそれをどう思ったろう?

神はそれをどう思ったろう?

みちあふれた情熱のしかし愚かな傲慢を

Hoshi wa sore o dō omottarou?

Kami wa sore o dō omottarou?

Michi afureta jōnetsu no shikashi orokana gōman o

What would the stars think?

What might the gods think

of this overflowing of passion, this foolish arrogance?