Tag: love

Attila József: BANQUET OF GREAT GIFTS

I give you a fist big ruby diamond,
Hang it around your neck and watch it shine on
Above your heart, in the middle of your breast,
Marvel how it glows, like embers, its lustre.

I weave a crown with my eyes for you,
As a goddess, I come to you so
I lay your way with silk and rhymes,
But don’t walk on it – it grows sighs.

If you’re thirsty, I’ll give you the finest wine,
But I leave a few darkening tears inside
And if you feel that the taste is bitter -,
Just drink it, there is no sweeter.

When your body feels cold, I give you my soul,
I wrap your two shoulders with velvet shawl.
And my trembling brain if you’re hungry -,
With me, you’ll be never needy.

And if your tired body wants to rest,
Rest in my arms, – there is no softer bed
And because you will need protection one day:
Accept, please, accept my arms to stay.

Accept them, and do with them whatever you feel,
Though you can’t be cruel to me.
Even if you don’t come, they will all remain yours,
They won’t be called back by weak hours.

Benyamin Bensalah

09.07.2021

Translated from the Hungarian poem of Attila József, “NAGY AJÁNDÉKOK TORA” (1922).

Dat moment

The very moment I felt peace

had no aggregate;

I could not grave in stone as I wished,

had no time;

as if I’ve been such happy timelessly,

had no details;

only peace in my heart and mind,

but it had a name

which is yours

such as I am.

Benyamin Bensalah

06.06.2021

Key and Treasure

You may have been born with struggles,

you may be a little bit of mess,

but you are the most worth of my snuggles,

the one I will ever miss.

You made me cry out of happiness,

your voice echoes in my brain,

you are the cure of my chronic loneliness,

you’ve been born with my key.

A key I’ve lost without ever having,

you found me with it in your hands,

I’ve lost the human ability of begging,

but I can’t face that this feeling ends.

Benyamin Bensalah

03.06.2021

An Ocean in Red

Like the water needs the bed,

like it needs the gravity to stay there,

like it needs the current to remain fresh,

like it needs a biosphere to have a purpose

I am in need of your presence to enliven my planet.

Benyamin Bensalah

07.04.2021

Elementary

This case is heavy;
everything’s in action –
let’s call for it a proper study
and make it elementary, dear Watson.

Here’s Iodine in red
that says nothing else
than someone’s injured health
is in need of a proper repair of cells.

We’ve got Lutetium, Vanadium
as a huge amount of consistent property
that may indicate an ongoing chemo-therapy
killing the disease of the mind rather than the body.

Then, we’ve got charged Uranium
that is up to fission to get a way lighter,
being ready to be a self and shared energizer
getting its treatment to vibe as a two-three highfiver.

See? Isn’t the case easy?
It’s a matter of chain-reaction.
Outcome? I’m pretty sure we’ll see.
Though, it’s still elementary, dear Watson.

Benyamin Bensalah

31.03.2021

Attila József: What your heart is hiding


To Freud’s eightieth
birthday

What your heart is hiding
let your eyes to open that;
what your eyes are sighting
let you heart to wait for that.

In love – it’s said –
every living dies.
But happiness is like bread
we need a mouthful to vitalize.

And every living is but a child
longing for a mothering lap.
They go wild if they don’t get mild-
on the battlefield of wedding bed.

Be like the one being destroyed
wanting to reach the eighties
like the youth escaping the void
making a million of babies.

There are no more old days’
thorns broken into your feet.
Neither in your heart stays
more fear from a deathly defeat.

What your eyes are sighting
let your hands to grab that.
Whom your heart is hiding
either forget or have that!

Benyamin Bensalah

28.03.2021

Translated from the Hungarian poem of Attila József, “Amit szivedbe rejtesz” (1936).