domingo, 9 de mayo de 2010

Carfaaye

Maansoole: Barafasoor, Maxamuud Siyaad Togane
Dal: Kanada / Soomaaliya
Turjumay: Samantar Maxamad Siciid


Nin aan naynaas lehayn waa ari aan geeso lehayn.
— Maahmaah Soomaaliyeed.
Carfaaye: «kan caraf macaan leh»

Soomaaliga ugu cayilan

dhaxjooga magaalada Muqdisho.

Magaalo aan lehayn carfiyeyaal.

Qof walba ayaa naynaastiisa yaqaana.

Layaabka kajanna ee macaaneeya runta,

ma jiro qof yaqaana magaciisa.

Waxaan hadda ugaga arkaa

isha maskaxdayda

isagoo dhaxjooga Waddada Dhaxe,

isagoo hoosjooga qoraxda shiilisa,

sii dhalaala,

maquurid gaara,

ku jira iskujooggiisa Kaakiga dhididka leh,

ka bayriya dhididka indhihiisa,

isku daya inuu hago dameero madax-adag,

geelal kirtan,

(gadaashooda ka soo juqjuqeeya xoolo jireyaal sabarla’)

xambaarsan caws iyo caano,

gaaridameeroole la barbarsan darawalo haad-haadqaba,

oo ku andacooda magaalada in ay leeyihiin qabiilkooda iyo dameeradooda,

arigooda

idahooda

lo’dooda

dhamaantood jidkooda ee kawaanka;

dawreyaal iska gooya jidka,

tuugsadeyaal curyaaman guurguurta,

(Caarocaarooley baa mid Maraykan ku naanaysay)

Fiat-yo ka biibiibsiiya iyo gaarixamuulo ee waagii Mussolini ku dhuuso qarxiya isdabajoog.

Qaskan dhaxdiisa baa ka jira

kal-kal

nafis

culays-bixid

baa ka soo baxa

naaso ruxruxma ee naag reer-miyi taxaddarmaran

ama nooc ee dabo buuran qaadqaadanta.

Dabadeed

Carfaaye wuu hakadaa

wuu ku iilaa madaxa

camakaag caabud leh

muusood buu la kaahaa

oo gamaa gamuun-gaab muhasheed.



ARFAYE

A man without a nickname is like a goat without horns.
— A Somali saying
Arfaye: the sweet-smelling one
Fattest Somali
In the city of Mogadishu
City without deodorants
Everybody knows his nickname
And the irony that sweetens the truth
Nobody knows his real name
I can see him now
In my mind’s eye
In the middle of Main Street
In the frying sun
Melting away
About to drown
In his sweaty khaki uniform
Flinging sweat away from his eyes
Trying to direct a traffic of stubborn donkeys
Skittish camels
(Impatient drivers poking their behinds)
Hauling grass and milk
Donkey-carts driver by heedless drivers
Who claim the city belongs to their clan and donkeys
Goats
Sheep
Cattle
All on their way to the slaughterhouse
Jay walkers
Paraplegic beggars scuttling on all fours
(An American nicknamed them spidermen)
Beeping Fiats and thunder-farting ancient Mussolini trucks without mufflers
Out of this medley
Sometimes
A relief
A release
Would appear
Quivering breasts of a careless bushwoman
Or some undulating steatopygous behind
Then
Arfaye would pause
Tilt his head
In worshipful wonder
Flash a smile
And throw darts of desire.
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