شل سيلوراستاين - بانوي مشعل به دست
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بانوی مشعل به دست
کنار خلیج ایستاد ، در سپیده دمی غمگین
ونظاره کرد سرزمین آشفته را .
به آن سوی خلیج نگریست
به جنوب ، جایی که خیابان ها به سرخی می زد
به فرزندانش که رنج میبرند و
جان بر کف دست می نهادند
.روی برگرداند ، بانو
آنگاه به مشرق نگریست ،
آنجا که سربازان رژه می رفتند
تلخی و نفرت را
در چشمان آنها که مصمم بودند و
نمی توانستند منتظر بمانند ، دید .
سیمای سیاهان را دید ، بانو
اندوهشان را حس کرد ،
ناله و زاری شان را شنید
ودرد را دید ، در یک میلیون چشم .
روی بر گرداند .
آن گاه عهدی را
که بیش از صد سال پیش بسته بود
و از یاد برده بود ، به یاد آورد.
ناله ها و زاری ها و فریاد های آزادی
طنین می اندازد ، در گوش هایش .
بانوی مشعل به دست
به رؤ یایی می اندیشید که از دست رفته بود
به آسمان چشم دوخت وانگاه ،
شرمسار ،
سرش را
خم کرد و اشک از چشمانش جاری شد .
THE LADY WITH THE TORCH
The lady with the torch in her hand
Stood in the bay on a cold grey dawn
Stood in the bay and looked out upon her troubled land.
The lady looked over the bay,
Looked to the south where the streets ran red
Looked to her children who suffered and bled,
And the lady looked away.
Then she looked to the east where men were marching,
And saw the bitterness and hate
In the eyes of those who wouldn't change
And those, who couldn't wait.
The lady saw faces of black,
Felt the anguish and heard the cries
For over a hundred years
And the cries and shouts of freedom now
Come ringin', ringin' in her ears.
The lady with the torch in her hand
Looked to a dream that had almost died
Looked to the heavens then
bowed her head
The lady with the torch in her hand
Stood in the bay on a cold grey dawn
Stood in the bay and looked out upon her troubled land.
The lady looked over the bay,
Looked to the south where the streets ran red
Looked to her children who suffered and bled,
And the lady looked away.
Then she looked to the east where men were marching,
And saw the bitterness and hate
In the eyes of those who wouldn't change
And those, who couldn't wait.
The lady saw faces of black,
Felt the anguish and heard the cries
For over a hundred years
And the cries and shouts of freedom now
Come ringin', ringin' in her ears.
The lady with the torch in her hand
Looked to a dream that had almost died
Looked to the heavens then
bowed her head
In shame and cried.