Posts Tagged ‘Elmarie Viljoen-Massyn vertaling’

Gabeba Baderoon. Vertaling in Afrikaans

Wednesday, January 20th, 2021

 

Versindaba kompetisie vir vertaalde gedigte (103)

 

Gabeba Baderoon. Vertaling van Engels in Afrikaans. Vert. deur Elmarie Viljoen-Massyn.

 

Die blou van die nag voor ons weg is

 

Seemeeue wit teen wit steengeboue

en ʼn geskilderde plafon blou lug.

 

Stilte teen skemer, dus hoor ons hul vlerke klap

teen die onderkant van hul lywe.

 

Ons verloor onsself sonder verlies

in plaveiselstrate en die donkerwordende ure.

 

Die blou is die blou van laataand,

die blou van die nag voor ons weg is.

 

In die stad se sononder-argitektuur

versag marmerbeelde tot ander digthede.

 

Meeue maal om verweerde klipsuile,

hul vloeibare gekrys swewend bo ons vertrek.

 

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The blue of the night before we left

Gabeba Baderoon

 

Seagulls white against white stone buildings

and a painted ceiling of blue sky.

 

Stillness at dusk so we hear their wings beat

against the underside of their bodies.

 

We lose ourselves without loss

in tessellated streets and the darkening hours.

 

The blue is the blue of late evening,

the blue of the night before we left.

 

In the city’s architecture of nightfall

marble statues soften into other densities.

 

Gulls wheel around columns of pitted stone,

their liquid cries floating above our leaving.

 

Bronverwysing:

Baderoon, Gabeba. “The blue of the night before we left”, The history of intimacy: Poems. Cape Town: Kwela Books, p. 39.

 

Saaleha Idrees Bamjee. Vertaling in Afrikaans

Wednesday, January 13th, 2021

 

Versindaba kompetisie vir vertaalde gedigte (80)

 

Saaleha Idrees Bamjee. Vertaling van Engels in Afrikaans. Vert. deur Elmarie Viljoen-Massyn

 

Vlegsels

 

Dogtertjies word in die steek gelaat

deur ons wat geen

opsies aan hulle bied nie. Dink

aan die verspilling van ʼn vlegsel,

 

getrek en

geolie en

ge-Love-in-Tokyo.

 

God het aan ons die kennis

van ʼn skêr gegee.

Om te dink ek sou so vry kon wees

soos Abdul oorkant die straat.

 

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Plaits

Saaleha Idrees Bamjee

 

We fail little girls by not

presenting them

with the alternatives. Think

of the waste that is a plait,

 

pulled and

oiled and

Love-in-Tokyo’d.

 

God handed down to us

the knowledge of scissors.

To think I could have been as free

as Abdul from across the road.

 

Bronverwysing:

Bamjee, Saleeha Idrees. “Plaits”, Zikr: Poems. Cape Town: Uhlanga, p. 35.