Inis an tSolais (do Varavara Rao)/The Isle of Light (for Varavara Rao)

Scannán: Masood Hussain

Grianghraf: Ron Rosenstock

Inis an tSolais

(do Varavara Rao)

An raghfá liomsa

Chuig Inis an tSolais

Barraí iarainn ní raibh riamh acu ann

Tar liom chuig Inis an tSolais anois.

Níl rialtas ar bith ag an inis séin

An mhuir a rialaíonn í is an ghaoth ar muir

Athraíonn séasúir ann ar fhocal ón bhfile

Tar liom chuig Inis an tSolais anois

The Isle of Light

(for Varavara Rao)

There is an Isle of Light

I will take you there

It has never known iron bars

Come with me to the Isle of Light

There is no government there

The seas rule and the ocean winds

Seasons change at the word of poets

Come with me to the Isle of Light.

 Die Insel des Lichts

(für Varavara Rao)

 

Es gibt eine Insel des Lichts

Dorthin will ich dich bringen

Sie kennt keine Gitter

Komm mit mir zur Insel des Lichts

 

Dort gibt es keine Regierung

Es herrschen das Meer und die Ozeanwinde

Jahreszeiten wechseln auf Geheiß der Dichter

Komm mit mir zur Insel des Lichts

Deutsch/Gearmáinis: Hans-Christian Oeser

LITIR CHUN NA hINDIA

(An file Teileagúise Varavara Rao i bpríosún)

A India!
An mbíonn meangadh ar bhéal an bhandé Saraswati
Nuair a chuireann tú do chuid filí i bpríosún
Speabhraídí orthu, buailte ag an gCóivid,
Ina suí i lochán fuail?
A India!
An sásta atá Saraswati?
        A Varavara Rao, seolaim chugat na briathra seo
        Is mé ag súil go lonróidís
        Ina ndeannach scaipthe
        A mbéarfaidh ga gréine orthu –
A India! An ligeann tú do sholas na camhaoire
Teacht isteach ina chillín gan cuardach a dhéanamh air
Nó solas na gealaí
Nó na réaltaí i gcéin?

A India!
Éagann meangadh beannaitheach Saraswati
Ar a béal

LETTER TO INDIA

(On the imprisonment of Telugu-language poet Varavara Rao)

India!
Does the goddess Saraswati smile
When you imprison your poets
When, Covid-stricken, they hallucinate
Sitting in a puddle of urine?
India!
Is Saraswati pleased?
        Varavara Rao, I send you these words
        That they might glow
        Like scattered motes of dust
        Caught in fleeting sunshine –
Oh, India! Do you allow
The light of dawn to enter his cell without being searched
Or the light of the moon
Or distant stars?

India!
Saraswati’s beatific smile
Is fading on her lips.

Bláthanna do Varavara Rao

Cuirim bláthanna dofheicthe chugat
A Varavara Rao chun do chillín a chumhrú

Chun gáire a bhaint asat
Nach bhfeicfead, faraor

Seans nach mairfidh siad i bhfad

Cúpla rós, sin uile,
A Varavara Rao chun do chillín a chumhrú

Theastódh uisce uathu déarfainn;
An mbeadh deoir ar bith fágtha ag na gardaí, n’fheadar
Deora dofheicthe?

Ní orthusan an locht mar is eol duit go maith
Téann an scéal seo go dtí an barr ar fad.

Cúpla rós, sin uile,
A Varavara Rao chun do chillín a chumhrú.
Dofheicthe.

A Phríomh-Aire Modi, bolaigh an t-aer
Cad is cumhracht na saoirse ann?

Flowers for Varavara Rao

I send you invisible flowers
Varavara Rao to perfume your cell

And bring a smile to your lips
That I will not see

They may not last very long

A few simple roses
Varavara Rao to perfume your cell

They may need some watering;
Your jailers, have they any tears
Invisible tears?

You know full well it’s not their fault.
This goes all the way to the top.

Simple roses
Varavara Rao to perfume your cell.
Invisible

Prime Minister Modi, sniff the air
What is the scent of freedom?

Flores para Varavara Rao

Te envío flores invisibles
Varavara Rao para que prefumen tu celda

Y traigan una sonrisa a tus labios
que yo no veré

Tal vez no duren mucho

Unas pocas sencillas rosas
que perfumen tu celda

Tal vez necesiten ser rociadas
Tus carceleros, tienen ellos algunas lágrimas?
Lágrimas invisibles?

Sabes muy bien que no es su culpa.
Esto sube hasta la cima.

Sencillas rosas
Varavara Rao que perfumen tu celda
Invisibles

El Primer Ministro Modi, olfatea el aire
Cuál es el aroma de la libertad?

Leagan Spáinnise de dhán de chuid Gabriel Rosenstock:

Patricia Jiménez (Cósta Rícé)

Breis eolais:

https://independentleft.ie/solidarity-with-varavara-rao/
https://thewire.in/rights/varavara-rao-poet-rights-activist-elgar-parishad
https://www.frontlinedefenders.org/en/case/arrest-varavara-rao
https://www.facebook.com/nvenugopal.rao/posts/10157255340831700

Varavara Rao: file faoi ghlas

Machnamh

Ní mise a chuir na pléascáin ar fáil
Ná na smaointe ach oiread leis sin,
Sibhse a shatail le bhur sála iarainn
ar an nead seangán
agus as an talamh bhrúite
d'eascair díoltas.

Sibhse a leag an choirceog
Le bhur smachtín
Glór na mbeach ar a dteitheadh
Mar bhuama ar fud na bhfud
Dearg-sceimhle oraibh

Nuair a bhuail an druma caithréimeach 
I gcroí na ndaoine
Mheas sibhse gur duine a bhí ann: dhírigh
bhur ngunnaí air -  macalla réabhlóideach ó gach aird

Reflection

I did not supply the explosives
Nor ideas for that matter
It was you who trod with iron heels
Upon the anthill
And from the trampled earth
Sprouted the ideas of vengeance

It was you who struck the beehive
With your lathi
The sound of the scattering bees
Exploded in your shaken facade
Blotched red with fear

When the victory drum started beating
In the heart of the masses
You mistook it for a person and trained your guns
Revolution echoed from all horizons.

Varavara Rao

Chained Muse: Notes from Prison by Varavara Rao