در حال ترجمه The wall of inscriptions on the bed number 11 | مترجم: Mr. Perfect

[مستر کیان]

به نام خدا

عنوان : دیوارنوشته‌های تخت شماره ۱۱
نویسنده: مائده یاری
مترجم: کیان-اف
ژانر : عاشقانه، تراژدی​

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In the name of God

Name : The wall of inscriptions on the bed number 11

Genre: romance, tragedy

author : Maede Yari

translator : Mr. Perfect

Introduction :
We should not talk about going and not being with you! With you, you should smell the fragrance of spring oranges; Place your eyes in the arms of the sea and kiss the sun when your forehead rests on the ground! You should dance with the wind and sing with the rain! You have to swallow the jasmine breath and run with Shaperk! You should read Sohrab and taste Shamloo's romance! With you, the autumn scarf should be woven into the spring hair and the winter should be thrown aside! Pomegranate rubies should be brought to spring! With you, spring should be lived moment by moment and drink the red wine of your lips on the pavement of its blossoms, in the arms of the swallow​

 

[مستر کیان]

!From me to him
!my dear hey, hello
!This is where they brought me; it's cold. It's like the same hell
!Here, morning after morning, the sun does not hug the window and no bird becomes a guest of the wheat seeds
The white wall looks like the skinny cat from grandma's house, sick and miserable, watching me with its blank eyes, waiting !and desperate. Like the white cat you said dies and di
Here, as my gaze clings to the wall; There is no yellow and red vase to hold his hand, laugh at him and let his flowers smell of your hands
!Here, the wind is angry and sad. Finally, the shirt of laughter wails on the body of his songs
!...Here, here, here
!I want to explain everything to you; The coffee in your eyes freezes! Don't forget that it's like the movie you didn't like
!Don't you want to come?! I miss our smiling blue wall
!From me to him, cold gray cell​

 

[مستر کیان]

Gray smileys

! Dear hey, hello again

The nights here are not at all like the . nights in our green house
At night here, it seems, the same monsters that used to hide under the beds in the stories; They come out of the book of stories and move from cell to cell, everywhere
stop laughing! Believe me, I'm telling the truth
Just a few minutes ago, one of them came to my cell with a gray face. With twisted frowns that set his face on fire. He even spoke to me, but my ears were looking at a heart that had embraced fear and my eyes were shaking
His words seemed to have teeth and penetrated into the human body! He went out of the cell; Even the white wall breathed a sigh of relief
Here, even the black dress she wears at night has no pearls or beads. Everything is black and black
It is as if they have woven the clouds and drawn the face of the night that the light of his face is lost in the mists!
Come on! At night here, there is a burnt palm tree, and the ghost walks under its cut palm trees
From me to him, cold gray cell, the land of gray smileys​