حجاب حریر وسوسه

اثر داکتر رووف روشان

بیا که سیاهی را خموشی شنیده ام

نور میخواهم

ابر غم را اشک چکیده ام

آبشار را در شور میخواهم

ویرانه‌ها را تنیده ام   

اکنون کرامت را غرور میخواهم   

ویرانهٔ تن‌ را به خزان کشیده ام   

بهار میخواهم سرور میخواهم

بیا که جهان را شراب تلخ چشیده ام

حلاوت عشق را وفور میخواهم

بیا که در جدال زندگی   

همت میخواهم، زور میخواهم

بیا که دل‌ بتو بسته ام   

که انتظار را نشسته ام

که بهار تنت را   

برون از حجاب حریر وسوسه

غرق شراب نور  میخواهم

میزان ۱۳۹۱

فریمانت کلیفورنیا

من و باد و بید

اثر داکتر رووف روشان

آهنگ صدای ترا از ناله‌های نای میشنیدم

و به‌‌ باد می‌‌گفتم

کهسار بخود میپیچید

و گلشنی از گًل بدامن می‌‌گرفت

غزاله‌ها از باد میرمیدند

ولی به ندای نای گوش میسپردند

و لحظاتی چشمان زیبای خود را  میبستند

و آهنگ صدای تو بر دل‌ غزالان   

و نوای آن بر دل‌ من مینشست

و من و باد و بید باآان آهنگ   

میلرزیدیم

میرقصیدیم

و سپاس وجود نازنین ترا میسراییدیم

نسیمی که صدای ترا ملایم میکرد

پر بود از نواهای عشق

عشق همه بدی‌ها را

از دور و بر من میزدود

و من با نوای نی‌ ترانهٔ عشق ترا میسرودم   

میزان ۱۳۹۱

فریمانت، کلیفورنیا

The Petal

By

Dr. G. Rauf Roashan

(Translation from the original Dari is by the writer himself.)

Look at this petal

It is so fine like your face

Its rosy color

Is like the color of your cheeks

Its perfume

Is like the perfume that arises from your embrace

The drop of dew that sparkles on it

Is like the tear of joy that glistens on your cheeks

Look at this flower

It is turbid and fresh like you

It deals flirtations

And provokes the hearts

Look at this flower that shakes on the branch

The green and turbid branch is proud of it

Like your green silken dress

That proudly clasps your young body

Accept this flower from me

And let other flowers, too, blossom

In my heart’s flowers bed

Flowers of friendship

Flowers of love

So I present them all to you

Because flower goes with flower

Let together with the scent of flower

And beyond the color

I call you to friendship

And like the birds in spring

Sing you songs of love

Because life is much like

A wink in time

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If Spring Comes

By

Dr. G. Rauf Roashan

(Translation from the original Dari is by the writer himself.)

On the arrival of spring

I would plant emeralds of grass on its path,

On the arrival of spring,

I would play a tune of love on the virgin reed,

If spring arrives,

 I would spread tulips at its feet,

On the arrival of spring,

I would fill its night skies with stars,

If spring arrives I would grow narcissus on its skirt

And wash its path with the happy tears of clouds

When spring arrives, together with the rain I would wash,

The rocks of the mountain slopes and the vast grasslands of gazelles.

And if spring arrives I would feed the white snow, drop-by-drop,

To the grain of wheat so they would grow into stems and become pregnant.

On the arrival of spring,

On the banks of the stream together with the music of the waterfall,

I would sing songs of love, and songs of your beauty and splendor, so that their melody would be

carried by the breeze along the expanse of space.

If the spring comes,

Awaiting intoxicating glances from your beautiful eyes, I would fill the world with a song,

A song that would make Venus, the fiddler, dance and fill the temple of love with joy.

And spread love and purity

and would make the flowers and grass thirst for water and sunshine.

And then I would pour on the new hail the nectar of affection,

And would get intoxicated by the purity and rarity of the potion

and would give myself wholly to love.