英汉对照诗集《上帝爱诗人》（埃尔达尔·阿哈多夫 著，王毅 丁如伟 译）出版

俄罗斯阿塞拜疆裔当代著名诗人、作家Eldar Akhadov（埃尔达尔·阿哈多夫）先生的英汉对照诗集《GOD LOVES POETS》（《上帝爱诗人》），已于2024年8月由Poetry Pacific Press出版、发行。

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Eldar Akhadov [Russia]

10 Poems

No

How unbearable,

how difficult it is for a kind,

gentle, non-confrontational person

to pronounce this short word!

Fundamental. Sharp.

Able to offend and hurt the pride of others.

No.

No halftones,

not the slightest hint of “maybe”,

“I’ll think about it”,

“what if? ..”.

Short and sweet: NO.

For “yes,

I agree” they don’t touch,

in the worst case they will despise or disdain,

but for “no” in the easiest option:

subjected to moral,

and even physical humiliation,

they can be convicted,

fined, deprived of liberty,

sent into exile,

subjected torture or sophisticated ostracism,

in the end, they can be executed.

And, of course, your “no” can be neglected.

Everything can.

Except one thing: to force you to give up your no.

A bold and calm “no”.

Don’t hesitate to say “NO”.

Even when it’s very scary.

When the crowd around roars “Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!”

and demands blood.

“NO” is your human dignity.

The most precious thing we have.

埃尔达尔·阿哈多夫[俄罗斯]

诗十首

不

让一个温文尔雅、不与人作对的人

说出这个短词

实在太难

简直无法忍受

这个词离不了，却是尖锐刺耳

足以冒犯对方，足以伤人自尊

它就是：不

斩钉截铁

丝毫没有“也许”的暗示

也没有“我会考虑的”

或是“如果……呢？”的意思

简洁干脆：不

你说“好，我同意”

他们也不会感动

最糟糕的是，他们还会鄙视你、看不起你

但对“不”，猜到结局易如反掌

道德谴责

身体羞辱

加以罪名

处以罚款

剥夺自由

将你流放

备受折磨，遭尽排挤

最终甚至身首异处

当然，你的“不”会被置若罔闻

他们什么都能做到

只除却这一件事：强迫你放弃你的“不”

一个豪迈而从容的“不”

不要犹豫说“不”

即使惊惧万分之时

即使周围人群大吼大叫“同意！同同同意意意意意！！！！！！”

鼓动你热血回应

“不”，这是你的人格尊严

我们最珍贵的拥有

Except you…

I tore all your photos.

But it did not help. I remembered you. 

I went very far and never came back.

But it did not help I remembered you.

I met with others and was loved.

But it did not help. I remembered you.

I got drunk - like dead, like a shoemaker, like a tramp, like the last creature.

But it did not help. I remembered you.

I got married, had children, became home-grown.

But it did not help. I remembered you. 

I’m getting old.

Everything is eroding from memory.

Everything.

Except you.

除了你……

撕掉了你所有的照片

但无济于事。我依然记得你

我远赴他乡，再无归来

但无济于事。我依然记得你

我结识过别人，也被别人爱过

但无济于事。我依然记得你

我醉过——像死人、像鞋匠、像流浪汉一般，像世上最后一个活物

但无济于事。我依然记得你

我结了婚，有了孩子，为家事所缚

但无济于事。我依然记得你

如今年事渐高

一切都淡出记忆

一切的一切

唯独除了你

God loves poets

    My biography

My adult life began at the age of 15,

with what other lives usually end with:

I was shot.

But not to the end.

Therefore, on my 19th birthday, Captain Verevkin ordered me

to be shot a second time on the Soviet-Finnish border.

Fortunately, this order was canceled at the last moment.

I graduated from the Mining University in St. Petersburg and

for many years I was engaged in various minerals:

I searched and extracted copper, lead, zinc, tungsten, platinum,

gold, diamonds, jadeite, precious stones, coal, oil and gas.

I have worked underground at a depth of 2,200 meters and

in the mountains at an altitude of 4,500 meters above sea level,

I have walked the Siberian taiga and the Arctic tundra,

I have been to places where there is not a single living person

within a radius of 500 kilometers.

Without telephone and radio communication,

on a polar night in the icy Arctic desert,

together with two comrades in misfortune,

I froze in a broken all-terrain vehicle

without a single chance of salvation.

Among the Siberian taiga, I saw a car that exploded

and burned down with the driver, in which I was supposed to be.

They threw a live grenade at me,

they tried to sell me at the slave market in Kandahar, Afghanistan.

Many miracles happened to me before I wrote about my life crazy poems…

Four years ago I had a stroke, the left part of my brain stopped working,

my right leg and right arm almost did not obey me,

but I wanted to fly a paraglider.

They told me, “You’re crazy, you can’t fly.”

But I answered: “to fly, me need wings. I am a poet, I have wings!”

And I flew.

A year ago, my chest was dissected, my heart was removed,

the aorta was replaced and

the heart was inserted into my chest again…

I live. I write poetry. I enjoy every day.

I love this world and I know that

God loves poets!

上帝爱诗人

我的传记

我的成年生活始于15岁

对他人来说这常是终局

我中弹了

人生却未终局

因此，在我19岁生日那天，维列夫金上尉命令我

在苏芬边境，接受第二次枪击洗礼

幸运的是，命令最后一刻取消

我毕业于圣彼得堡的矿业大学

多年来，我和各种矿产打交道

寻矿、提取矿物：铜、铅、锌、钨、铂

黄金、钻石、翡翠、宝石、煤炭、石油和天然气

我曾在2200米深的地下工作

我曾在海拔4500米的山上工作

我走过西伯利亚针叶林和北极苔原

我走过荒无人烟的地方

方圆500公里不见人影

没有电话，没有无线电通信

在北极荒漠一个寒夜

和两个倒霉的同志一起

困在一辆抛锚的全地形车内

没有任何获救的机会

在西伯利亚针叶林中，我看到一辆汽车爆炸

司机葬身火海，我本该也坐在车里

他们朝我扔了一枚手榴弹

试图在阿富汗坎大哈的奴隶市场把我卖掉

在我写人生狂诗之前，许多奇迹发生在我身上……

四年前，我得了中风，左脑坏死

右腿和右臂几乎不听使唤

但我还想驾伞滑翔

他们告诉我，“你疯了，你不可能飞。”

但我回答说：“想飞翔，我只需要翅膀。我是诗人，我有翅膀！”

最终，我如愿滑翔

一年前，我做了开胸手术，先摘下心脏

换了主动脉，然后

再把心脏放回胸腔……

我活着。我写诗。我享受每一天

我爱这个世界，我知道

上帝爱诗人！

Albert Marquet and Edgar Degas

At first I came to the Hermitage

in order to eat.

Student friends explained to me

that besides paintings and sculptures

The museum has a really cheap cafe.

For students entrance to the museum

In those days it was free.

And I enjoyed - first the food, then the paintings.

I went up to the third floor 

In my favorite hall of abstractions by Kandinsky,

Then moved to the Van Gogh and Albert Marquet room

I felt like I was in France there.

I noticed that sea water must be viewed from a distance.

Next to the picture, it is impossible to recognize.

Marquet taught me this. I am grateful to him.

Soon I saw paintings by Edgar Degas.

I saw them and guessed

That the artist had big vision problems.

He didn’t see well. But he saw the point.

Many years have passed and now I can’t see very well either.

But now I know exactly what Degas saw.

He painted a lot of naked and half-naked women,

But no one knows anything about his mistresses.

This can be explained if you also have poor eyesight.

Degas painted light.

Fluttering dancing graceful living light.

Where you see women, the artist has seen the Light!

The women of France are the light of France,

Degas taught me this.

I was lucky to be born on the same day as him -

July 19.

阿尔伯特·马奎特与埃德加·德加

起初，我到修道院

只是为了填饱肚子

学生朋友告诉我

除了绘画和雕塑，博物馆

还有一家很便宜的咖啡馆

为来这儿的学生提供服务

在那个时候，它是免费的

我喜欢——首先是食物，然后是绘画

我上了三楼

待在我最喜欢的展厅，那儿挂着康定斯基的抽象画作

然后再走到挂着梵高和阿尔伯特·马奎特作品的展厅

我感觉自己像在法国

我注意到，海水必须从远角欣赏

站得近了，反而看不出来

这是马奎特教给我的。我很感激他

很快我就看到了埃德加·德加的画

我看到了它们，我猜

这位艺术家的眼神儿有很大问题

他眼神儿不好，但他看到了该看到的点

很多年过去了，现在我的眼神也不太好

但现在我完全知道德加看到了什么

他画了很多全裸和半裸的女人

但是对他情妇的事儿，谁也不知道

如果你眼神儿也很差，这有情可原

德加画的是光

舞动的、优雅的生命之光

你看到的是女人，艺术家看到的是光

法国的女人是法国的光

这是德加教给我的

我很幸运和他出生在同一天——

7月19日

Tree

Artillery shots. Foxtrot sounds.

Villages and ancient manuscripts burn.

And only the tree outside the window keeps waiting.

Whenever you glance at it

The mind darkens. Ice crumbles.

A fiery moon ascends.

And only the tree outside the window keeps waiting.

Whenever you glance at it

You wander around for days on end.

Walls before you. Walls behind you.

Nothing is any use.

And only the tree outside the window keeps waiting.

Whenever you glance at it

Echoes turn into a watery abyss.

Time collapses and vanishes.

And only the tree outside the window keeps waiting.

Whenever you glance at it

You turn into snow falling.

Into a whisper in darkness.

But the tree outside the window keeps waiting for you

For this tree is just like you.

树

炮击。狐步舞的声音

村庄毁了，古代手稿毁了

只有窗外的那棵树还在等着

每当你瞥向它

头脑便一片黑暗，冰融碎一地

一轮炽热的月亮升起

只有窗外的那棵树还在等着

每当你瞥向它

便连着几天四处游荡

眼前是墙。身后是墙

一无有益之物

只有窗外的那棵树还在等着

每当你瞥向它

回声变成了深深水渊

时间崩塌，消逝

只有窗外的那棵树还在等着

每当你瞥向它

你便成了雪花，飘落

在黑夜中喃喃低语

但是窗外的树一直在等你

因为这棵树和你一样

Prayer for a woman

My good Lord, please,

grant the woman who is reading these lines now

everything she expects in her life.

If she is waiting for a loved one,

let him return to her alive,

healthy and happy.

If she’s worried about the baby,

keep him/her safe.

If she doesn’t have shelter, money, and bread,

give her everything she needs right now.

Light up her life with love and

understanding of her loved ones.

If she was wrong about something

or sinned, do not judge her,

forgive her, because

You are more merciful than us...

Let her life become the same holiday

as this spring day!

I know

that You can do anything

and I

hope for You,

Your Eldar.

为一个女人祈祷

主啊，求求您

赐予这个在读这些诗行的女人

生活中所期待的一切

如果她在等待爱人

请让他活着回到她身边

健健康康，快乐乐乐

如果她担心婴孩儿

请保护他/她的安全

如果她没有住所、金钱和面包

请现在就给她所需的一切

让她所爱之人的爱和理解

照亮她的生活

如果她做错了什么

或者犯了罪，不要审判她

原谅她，因为

您比我们更仁慈

让她的生活变成欢乐的节日

如同这春日一般美好！

我知道

您无所不能

而我

把希望都寄托于您

您的埃尔达尔

There …

Where the weightless birds sing emerald songs,

Where the flying sky is ringing from minaret heights,

And the moon shines, ascending in a capsized abyss,

And a variegated handsome hoopoe flashes in the morning...

There, in the palms of the ridges, a mountain echo turns over,

A above the seashore foliage frolics on wind,

There people do not sleep only from love,

there people cry only with happiness and laughter,

Where I’m going back and I’m never gonna die...

那里……

那里，轻盈的鸟儿歌喉清脆

那里，宣礼塔高处，九天飞腾，叮铃作响

那里，月亮明耀，在倾覆的深渊升起

那里，早上一只色彩斑斓、俊俏可人的戴胜一掠而过

那里，在山脊腹地，一个回声百转千回

海岸之上，树叶乘风嬉戏

那里，人们不仅仅因爱而入睡

那里，人们只因幸福和欢乐而哭泣

那里便是我要回去的地方，在那儿我将永生……

It is snowing

I don’t remember the date of the day

From childhood early when

We shouted at the window:

“It is snowing! It is snowing!”

It was snowing, it was cold.

From wind something shivered.

You kept me carefully on hands and smiled.

And we shouted “Snow’s coming!”

So joyful and sincere,

What from that day every year

He also falls obediently.

And every time on the eve of winter

Barely winds turn into snowstorm,

Again it seems to me,

That you and I are loud scream,

and it is snowing...

The present dawn was quiet,

Only the heart suddenly got sick after midnight... 

“She is no longer in the world,”

My sister reported in the morning.

But only the phone was silent,

How the snow went all over again …

I wanted to shout … and could not.

I couldn’t exhale a word!

Flying, flying fun snow,

Circling and falling like an echo...

It ‘s not true you ‘re not here.

Look: how much snow…

It is snowing…

雪正在下

我记不得是哪天

儿时的早上

我们在窗边大喊：

“下雪了！下雪了！”

下雪了，天很冷

风吹得什么东西瑟瑟发抖

你小心翼翼地牵着我的手，微笑着

我们大喊“雪来了！”

快乐又真诚

以后每年的那一天

他都会如约而至

冬日来临之际

依旧朔风呼呼，却很少大雪纷飞

但在我看来

你和我的大喊大叫

好像正在下雪……

今日黎明，一切很很平静

半夜过后，心中突感不适……

“她已经不在这个世界上了”

姐姐早上带来消息

电话这头静默无声

多想再下一场雪……

我想喊………却喊不出

一个字儿也吐不出！

飞啊，飞啊，这好玩的雪

如回声般盘旋、飘落……

你不在这儿，不，这不是真的

看！好大的雪……

雪正在下……

Light

The light has neither age nor shadow,

There is no “yesterday” or “tomorrow”. Everything is “now”.

Fall on your knees before him, the sacred one,

Look into it without taking your eyes off!

Look at the stars, at the moon, at the sun

And the clear gaze of the past is not sadness,

While he is rushing at speed,

Permeating the distance with immortality...

While the planet wakes up

(And somewhere he falls asleep while walking),

There is nothing around except the light,

Which I will someday enter!

光

光没有年龄，没有暗影

没有“昨天”，没有“明天”。一切都是“现在”

跪在他面前，神圣的存在

仔细看着它，不要挪开眼！

看向星星，看向月亮，看向太阳

凝望过去，看清的不是悲伤

他快速奔跑之时

不朽渗向远方……

地球醒来时

（在某个地方，他走着走着睡着了）

周围除了光什么都没有

总有一天我要进去

Crying in bird’s tongue

You look me in the eyes. And he is with you, kissing.

You look me in the eyes. Dark skies are turning grey.

The morning’s come. The wind is gently breathing.

The clouds up above are soaring far away…

The scar near my lips… No, it is there, still there.

I’ll touch it with my tongue. It’s there, and still stings.

And high in the blue sky, with clouds everywhere,

See how my soul, like a little birdie, rings.

You feel me so well, although he’s there with you,

He strokes your hand without saying a word.

Unnoticed, I look at you, flying high up in the sky

And crying up above, a-chirping like a bird…

嘤嘤啼啼

你看着我的眼睛。他和你在一起，接吻

你看着我的眼睛。天空正渐渐由黑转灰

已是早上。微风吹拂

天上的云彩正升腾远去……

我嘴唇附近的伤疤……不，它在那儿，依然在那儿

我会用舌头舔碰。它在那儿，仍然刺痛

高高的蓝天之上，四处都是云彩

看！我的灵魂，如同一只雏鸟，嘤嘤作啼

你深懂我心，尽管他和你在一起

抚着你的手，一声也不言语

不知不觉，我看着你，飞向高空

在上哭泣，像鸟儿般嘤嘤啼啼……

（Translated by Wang Yi & Ding Ruwei；王毅 & 丁如伟 译）

Biography

Eldar Akhadov, famous poet and writer, born on July 19, 1960 in the city of Baku (Azerbaijan), Azerbaijani, writes in Russian. He began writing poetry on May 2, 1968, with first publication in 1976. He is an author of 75 books of poetry and prose in 6 languages - Russian, Azerbaijani, English, Italian, Spanish and Serbian. He has won numerous awards: “Silver Pen of Russia” 2007, “For the Good of the World”, 2012 and 2013, publishing house “ZA-ZA Verlag” Germany, 2018, Silver Medal of Eurasia, 2019, Vincenzo Padula competition, Italy, 2022 and dozens of other awards. He serves as the honorary member of the Azerbaijan Writers’ Union, member of the Russian Writers’ Union, member of the Russian National Geographical Society, Co-Chairman of the Literary Council of the Eurasian Peoples’ Assembly, member of the International Advisory Council of the Reader’s Choice magazine, Mumbai (India), coordinator of the VII World Literary Competition WOW-LIFFT-2024 as well as member of the Board of the World Writers Organization (WOW).

作者简介

埃尔达尔·阿哈多夫，著名诗人、作家，1960年7月19日出生于阿塞拜疆巴库市，俄语写作。1968年5月2日开始写诗，1976年首次发表作品，著有75本诗歌和散文作品，包括俄语、阿塞拜疆语、英语、意大利语、西班牙语和塞尔维亚语等6种语言版本。所获奖项包括：2007年“俄罗斯银笔”奖，2012年及2013年“为了世界的美好”竞赛奖；2018年德国ZA-ZA出版社出版奖；2019年“欧亚大陆银奖”；2022年意大利“温琴佐·帕杜拉”竞赛奖等数十种。现为阿塞拜疆作家联盟名誉成员、俄罗斯作家联盟成员、俄罗斯国家地理学会成员、欧亚人民大会文学委员会联合主席、孟买（印度）《读者选择》杂志国际咨询委员会成员、第七届世界文学比赛WOW-LIFF-2024协调员及世界作家组织理事会成员。

About the first translator

Wang Yi, an English teacher at the College of Language and Culture, Northwest A&F University, hosts 3 provincial-level projects and 3 school-level projects, and has published over ten papers. He wins first prize 3 times and second prize 8 times in the international poetry translation competition held by “A Hundred Translators, A Hundred Translations” committee. Besides, he participates in editing and translating in two translations, and serves as the editor of the poetry translation collection Fragrance Along the Grand Canal as well as the guest associate editor of Rendition of International Poetry . Apart from that, he has also published several translated works on platforms such as People’s Daily (overseas edition), China Poetry Forum and so on.

About the second translator

Ding Ruwei, Ph.D., Master Supervisor, is Associate Professor at the College of Language and Culture, Northwest A&F University, with her research focus on translation history and classics translation. She hosts one ministerial-level project, two provincial-level projects, and two school level projects, and participated in several national-level and provincial-level projects. Up to now, she has published over 20 papers, some of which are included by CSSCI journals such as Chinese Translators Journal, Foreign Language Education, Shanghai Journal of Translators, etc. Besides, she has published two translated works on poetry collections and participated in the compilation and translation of another two translated works. Currently she serves as the executive editor of Foreign Language and Literature Research and has worked as an anonymous reviewer for foreign language journals multiple times.

第一译者简介

王毅，西北农林科技大学语言文化学院英语教师，主持省级课题3项，校级课题3项，发表论文十余篇。曾获得“全球百人百译”国际诗歌翻译大赛一等奖3次，二等奖8次，参编参译译著2部，担任《芬芳大运河》诗歌英译诗集编辑，《国际诗歌翻译》客座副总编，在《人民日报》（海外版）、中诗网等发表译作数篇。

第二译者简介

丁如伟，博士，硕士生导师，西北农林科技大学语言文化学院副教授，研究方向为翻译史、典籍翻译。主持教育部项目1项、省级项目2项、校级项目2项，参与国家级及省级项目多项。发表包括《中国翻译》《外语教学》《上海翻译》等CSSCI在内的论文20余篇。出版诗集英译2部，参编参译著作2部。现任《外国语文研究》责任编辑，多次担任外语类期刊匿名审稿人。