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O wystawie "Wizytówka Chopina"

przyciemniona
z jasnymi punktami
muzyki Chopina

chwila refleksji
zupełnie nieoczekiwanej

w otoczeniu autografów
wyciszyłam szum serca

i spokojna wyszłam
po wizycie
u... poety fortepianu


http://www.wizytowkachopina.pl/


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Jako 'wiersz dnia" na portalu pisarze.pl
http://wierszdnia.pisarze.pl/archiwum,2011-11-17.html

Я думаю, что улыбнусь / Myślę, że się uśmiechę

Я думаю
что о тебе уже не буду думать
мне жалко времени и сил, и воли

Я думаю
что мир прекрасен как
цветущие в мае деревья

Я думаю
что белизна сирени, каштанов и рябины
это красота, которой можно стать,
когда захочется

Я улыбаюсь
робко прекрасному миру вокруг меня
Я

улыбаюсь
и тебе

(Перевод с польского Янина Киселёва (Онихимовская))

Why? / ولې؟

ستا د خبرو په شان
ته خپله ولې ترما پورې
له خپل زړه سره ملګری
نه رسېږې ؟

ته ولې نه پوهېږې
زما د زړه
زما د روح
او زما د خلې په خوږو خبرو ؟

ته ولې
زما د سترګو
د ماشوم نظر په وړاندې سخت ګیر یې ؟

او ته ولې
زما په خواږه کاته
زما د زړه دُنیا ورانولو ته تیار ښکاره کېږې ؟

(transl. from English to Pashto by Afzal Shauq)

Sorrow / ما بېلېږه

زما د روح نه
چې ورسره تړل شوې یې

پرېږده
چې وخت
او د وخت لمحې مو
نور نور سرهم سره پېوند کړي

پرېده
چې زړونه مو د ارواګانو سره
داسې ګنډلې پاتې شي
چې هر غم په
د خوشالۍ نه موسکنی شي

(transl. from English to Pashto by Afzal Shauq)

Chopin – poeta fortepianu / Chopin – der Dichter des Klavier

Poeta fortepianu…
Trudna, ale piękna muzyka
Romantyczna
z nutą tragizmu duszy
Fortepian go rozumiał może jako jedyny
Muzyka burzliwa
Poruszająca
Ale uspokaja
Przynajmniej mnie
Słucham Chopina
Dla ochłody duszy
W upalne dni
I nie tylko…

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Der Dichter des Klavier...
Eine schwieriege, aber schöne Musik
Romantisch
mit einer tragischen Note aus der Seele
Das Klavier hat ihn vielleicht als Einziger verstanden
Eine stürmische Musik
Bewegend
Aber bringt zur Ruhe
Mich zumindest
Ich höre Chopin
Daß meine Seele Erfrischung kriegt
An heissen Tagen
Und nicht nur...

(tł. na niem. Ella Lutz)

Dobry duch metafor... Pamięci Wojciecha Siemiona - Der gute Geist der Methapher... Im Gedenken für Wojciech Siemion

„Porozmawiajmy o Wojtku…”
Nie znałam osobiście
Nie rozmawiałam
Wielka szkoda

Ale widziałam
Słyszałam
I Jego
I o Nim

Kochał poezję
Rozumiał poetów
Wspierał…

Dobry Duch Metafor

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"Lass uns von Wojtek reden..."
Ich kannte ihn nicht persönlich
sprach nie mit ihm
Das ist richtig schade

Aber ich sah ihn
hörte
Sowohl Ihn
Als auch von Ihm

Er liebte Poesie
verstand Dichter
unterstützte sie

Der gute Geist der Methapher

(tł. Ella Lutz)

Gespräch mit Exupery / Po rozmowie z Exupery'm

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry



Du sagst: Hör mal Wächter...
Ich höre zu- lautet meine Antwort
Du schreibst: Ich zwinge dich, dir treu zu bleiben...
Ich bemühe mich – lautet meine Antwort
Du sagst: Der Zwang von mir hilft dir...
Danke, Freund – lautet meine Antwort

(tł. Ella Lutz)

Приглашение / Zaproszenie [перевод Янина Киселёва]

Спасибо за приглашение...

Я тоже приглашаю, хоть это не так просто...

Я приглашаю посмотреть на снег, залитый лучами солнца,
и прогуляться по лесу, который тратит свою энергию,
чтобы понять сложную душу, порой такую непонятную,
чтобы принять тишину, громкую только для нас самих,
наконец на несколько слов, написанных... здесь и сейчас

Добро пожаловать...

(Перевод с польского Янина Киселёва (Онихимовская))

Afzal Shauq's words about me... Thanks Afzal for a nice words about my poetry...

Dorota Szumilas, A Good Polish Poet


How the heart beats of hearts get tongue to speak? This question may not be ever satisfied with advanced scientific technologies unless the poetic heartiest words to cope with. Because it’s the only authentic source to communicate the feelings worldwide and the strangers of different nations and cultures suddenly come into contact and then start sharing feelings with each others in a frank and friendly way. Dorota Szumilas,a good Polish poet who suddenly came into contact with me via internet and she has started clicking my heart and soul with her powerful poetic ideas with a very friendly mood. And cooincidently we being poetry friends have become enthusiastic to each other’s poetry within no period of time. Dorota, a middle age cute lady who got graduation in library science from Warsaw University and Papal Theological Faculty is working as a librarian in National Library Poland. She is the author of two books of her poetry and have also been part of anthology “Contemporary writers of Poland” 2nd ed. (ed. In USA, ed. by Danuta Blaszak) and poetical periodic “Poetry Today” (in Polish: Poezja Dzisiaj). Above all, she has successfully contributed her poetic ideas in English language too and her work is found in following international web sites.., http://dorszum.republika.pl http://dorotaszumilas.blogspot.com What I like in Dorota’s poetry is her romantic way of expression in an innovative way of writing. The following poem “The World of Memories” is one of her best poems. In which she seems to be supportive to ‘sun light’ considering the ‘reality disclosing sourse of life’, that’s why she being a well literate person prouds to be known by her own name and personality. This poem is symbolically constructed and her core message of poem is ‘ the promotion of time based advancement’ . Here is her poem which has translated by Urszula Sledziewska very professionally. The World of Memories is like a huge sphere lined with paths winding in the darkness a sunray falls on my face bringing a gentle smile that’s how it was you can’t deny it I remember to build my identity I forget to go further without unnecessary words I’m always between one and another in the reality of dilemmas (Poem in Polish By: Dorota Szumilas and translated in English By: Urszula Sledziewska) It’s true that every one has it’s own thinking about life but the successful people are those who have courage, knowledge and professional skill to handle with. Means, dear Dorota is also one of us but what makes her particular in her life is her skillful poetic approach which successfully touch hearts of readers. She has a great sense of time and believes in non quitable struggles. Her ideas are targetted based as she has supportively expressed ‘ the courageous and fruitful efforts in life’ in following poem ‘Crystal’ with very sweet poetic verses…, Crystal as brittle as crystal that has diffused and nothing but dust shall remain… sense of time as we may comprehend it that will not do some day dust has dispersed after a slight blow of air wafted into the cloud complained and fell down a bit farer where the heart cried bitterly out of grief those former structures so beautiful transparent this is light reflected with a prism of life and those structures so beautiful so pure as the beating of our heart from the hiding beauty of crystal so brittle so weak just push it and there will be no sky so limpid above us nor crystal tear sad as we are it is so easy to turn something into dust and diffuse this dust with one’s force dust which wafted into the cloud complained and it is so difficult to build from dust …rust (Poem in Polish By: Dorota Szumilas and translated in English By::Annaya Chomczyk) Dorota is basically a romantic poet but the way she writes poetry is some how semi philosophical too. She speaks from her core of heart and wishes to address the hearts of readers. That’s why , in her poetry the concept of ‘love’ is seemed to be satisfying conscience in mulitiple dimentions i.e. ‘love for life and life for love’ is her motto and passion. Her poetic approach is selective and noticed positive as well. Let’s see Dorota’s firendly love in her poem “After A talk With Mt Friend” …, After a Talk with my Friend unspoken words… your silent heart are you talking to me or don’t you want to talk my friend are you hiding words of frendship because of your hurt pride fascination… with song poetry colour a human being unspoken words maybe silence mysteries read with your heart open only before God sensitivity… the world is creating show its piece and don’t hide it from me God thank you for this conversation it’s silence now and will remain beautiful silence (Poem in Polish By: Dorota Szumilas and translated in English By: Urszula Sledziewska) After reading and scrutinizing the poetry thoughts of Dorota, I observed that she appreciates peaceful life and believes in “staying in peace and let the other enjoy peace too” and this internal behavior is making her humanity lover too. I don’t know her personally but we being good poetry friends are in contact and sharing ideas and the best I judged in her invisible personality is her commitments to spoken and written words.thats why she is making me inspired. Here, I can say that she might be behaving in the same way she writes and talks. She has same intentions for ‘humanity based love’ as I do with pride and I think, this is our common sharing interst which bringing us closer to each other being good companions forpromotion of global peace . I really respect her and her friendly even too positive thoughts .. as she expressed here in this poem at her best expertise…, Silence and Echo solitude like silence falls off on the ground undisturbed waters transparent this silence of word silence of air this silence solitude nobody’s longing breaks against a bricked wall high wall like concrete thick and heavy this perfect peace at times larynx scream will wake up the silence disturb this constant reverie sorrow wants to leave or silence wants to play with the echo longer (Poem in Polish By: Dorota Szumilas and translated in English by: Annaya Chomczyk) Dorota Szumilas, who is a well known figure in Polish literature is keen to make her poetic vocice strong and reachable to different lingual readers too because she might intentionally want to be considered herself as memebr of global group being a child of Adam’s family. She is idealistic and wishes to get her dreams fulfilled. “Memory” memory of the heart reflects a gentle sound a soft note will remain in the silence the sounds reach high notes then soften just to blow away the silence once more and to enclose the radiance of the moment the sparkle in your eyes like the beauty of little moments gently falls to the ground little moments make up the radiance so beautifully read with your heart! (Poem in Polish By: Dorota Szumilas and translated in English By: Urszula Sledziewska) I being a poetry friend of Dorota might not be able to assess her personality in words as a whole but being a poetry critic, I can say that she knows how to win hearts with love and lovely feelings based composition of sweet words, melodic flow of profilic thoughts and meaningful ideas. I personally like her work and quite inspired from her way of dealing with. Because I found her as a knowledgeble person, good friend, kind hearted woman and a professional poet as well. Afzal Shauq Islamabad, Pakistan.

Books of Afzal Shauq http://khyber.org/books/ashauq/index.shtml

No i gdzie ta wiosna? / So Where’s that Spring... / سپرلای چرته دی ؟ / Sperlay Charta dey?

Mój wiersz tł. z jęz. ang. na jęz. paszto przez pakistańskiego poetę Afzal'a Shauq!

First: arabic version (Pashto is also used to write from right to left) and next - pashto script to roman way Pashto. Transl. by Afzal Shauq.


So Where’s that Spring....


سپرلای چرته دی ؟

هغه سپرلای
چې ژوند ته اوږې ورکوي

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د مارغانو چوڼهار
په سپرلي کې
د قدرت هغه ښکلې آوازونه دي
چې زه یې په تمه یم
او ماته خوشالي راکوي
او ما له خاموشۍ باسي

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Roman way translation in Pashto

Sperlay Charta dey?

hagha sparley
che zhwend ta aozhay warkawee

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Da marghanu chunahar
pa spareli ki
da qudtrat hagha shkuli awazuna de
che za yay pa tama yam
ao mata khushali rakawee
ao ma la khamoshi basee

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bez ograniczeń

Przestrzeń niby jest
wirtualnie spleciona
misternie łapie w pajęczynę myśli

Obchodząc to małymi krokami
świat będzie ciągle wart poznania

z nadzieją

na każdy dzień inną...

I za każdym razem piękną
i realną

Po swojemu...

Nie patrzę ale widzę
to co otacza moje myśli
Udaję
że nie dostrzegam świata
słuchając Chopina
odrywam myśli od niechcenia
by móc nie widzieć
ale widzę i szanuję
po swojemu...

Dyskusja

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życia

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niedoszłej dyskusji

(z tomiku "Wspomnienia...")

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