Jaun Elia Translations
I am strange—so strange
that I self-destructed and don't regret it.
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch
The wound is deep—companions, friends—embrace me!
What, did you not even bother to stay?
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch
My nature is so strange
that today I felt relieved when you didn't arrive.
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch
Night and day I awaited myself;
now you return me to myself.
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch
Greeting me this cordially,
have you so easily
erased my memory?
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch
Your lips have provided thousands of answers;
so what is the point of complaining now?
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch
Perhaps I haven't fallen in love with anyone,
but at least I convinced them!
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch
The city of mystics has become bizarre:
everyone is wary of majesty, have you heard?
—Jaun Elia, translation by Michael R. Burch
Did you just say "Love is eternal"?
Is this the end of us?
?Jaun Elia, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
You are drawing very close to me!
Have you decided to leave?
?Jaun Elia, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Nuclear Winter: Solo Restart
by Michael R. Burch
Out of the ashes
a flower emerges
and trembling bright sunshine
bathes its scorched stem,
but how will this flower
endure for an hour
the rigors of winter
eternal and grim
without men?
Momentum! Momentum!
by Michael R. Burch
for the neo-Cons
Crossing the Rubicon, we come!
Momentum! Momentum! Furious hooves!
The Gauls we have slaughtered, no man disapproves.
War’s hawks shrieking-strident, white doves stricken dumb.
Coo us no cooings of pale-breasted peace!
Momentum! Momentum! Imperious hooves!
The blood of barbarians brightens our greaves.
Pompey’s head in a basket? We slumber at ease.
Seduce us again, great Bellona, dark queen!
Momentum! Momentum! Curious hooves
Now pound out strange questions, but what can they mean
As the great stallions rear and their riders careen?
Published by Bewildering Stories
Bellona was the Roman goddess of war; her name derives from the Latin word for "war" (bellum), the root of the English word "belligerent" ("war-waging").
Keywords/Tags: Jaun Elia, poet of pain, couplets, Urdu, translation, nature, strange, strangeness, love, memory, wound, self-destructed, self-destruction, regret, city, mystics, mystery, companions, friends, associates, love, alien, alienation
Copyright © Michael Burch | Year Posted 2019
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