Poetry Reading: Autumn in the Garden by Henry Van Dyke

Autumn in the Garden by Henry Van Dyke

Read by Sajad Rahmani خوانش توسط سجاد رحمانی

For the audio file, either check the YouTube link below or here:

http://www.archive.org/download/poetry_nov2011_librivox/spc102_autumninthegarden_vandyke_sr_64kb.mp3

When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark

           Makes its mark
On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves

           Over fallen leaves;
Then my olden garden, where the golden soil
           Through the toil

Of a hundred years is mellow, rich, and deep,
           Whispers in its sleep.

My Reading of the Poem on Youtube and Libirvix

'Mid the crumpled beds of marigold and phlox,

           Where the box

Borders with its glossy green the ancient walks,

           There's a voice that talks

Of the human hopes that bloomed and withered here

           Year by year,—

Dreams of joy, that brightened all the labouring hours,

           Fading as the flowers.

Yet the whispered story does not deepen grief;

           But relief

For the loneliness of sorrow seems to flow

           From the Long-Ago,

When I think of other lives that learned, like mine,

           To resign,

And remember that the sadness of the fall

           Comes alike to all.

What regrets, what longings for the lost were theirs!

           And what prayers

For the silent strength that nerves us to endure

           Things we cannot cure!

Pacing up and down the garden where they paced,

           I have traced

All their well-worn paths of patience, till I find

           Comfort in my mind.

Faint and far away their ancient griefs appear:

           Yet how near

Is the tender voice, the careworn, kindly face,

           Of the human race!

Let us walk together in the garden, dearest heart,

           Not apart!

They who know the sorrows other lives have known

           Never walk alone.

ترجمه شعر پاییز در باغ از هنری ون دایک (بند 2 و 3)، هدف ترجمه ادبی یا دقیق نبوده: 

لیک این افسانه رازآمیز نه افسوس، که آسایش افزاید:
چون انگار تنهایی اندوه از گذشته ها می راند

چون به گذشتگانی می اندیشم که همچو من وانهادن آموختند

و چون به یاد می آورم که دلتنگیهای پاییز از آن همگی است

گذشتگان را چه اندوه و آرزوها برای گمشده شان بوده است!
و چه نیایش ها ما را برای شکیبایی خاموش، تا تاب آوریم آنچه درمان نتوانیم!

اینجا و آنجای باغ را پا نهاده ام، جایی که آنها گام زدند

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