Ardakh Nurgaz. The Stone Well

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--- for my mother

 

Mary, in her twilight years

was fetching water

at the dim stone well

 

this was the vast desert

where a breeze resembled a scorching fire

filling the month with desolation

 

years, like endless sands

quietness, like the snowflakes that fall on the sea

 

whether it's retainable or not

then the solitude

 

on the steaming desert

appeared a figure

gradually fixed, approaching

 

it's that face

that shed a strange smile

on an eternal day

 

the heart, suddenly shocked and dazed

the clean water that spilled out of the wooden pail

was sucked dry by the sand like blood

 

when she woke up, for the moment

she believed that everything was illusory

although she firmly believed that

she had seen her own son

for the first time as for the last time:

 

revealing

by accident

the true features hidden inside herself

 

Written in Kazakh by Ardakh Nurgaz

                                                           Translated into Chinese by Gulnar Akhan

                                                           Translated from the Chinese by Ouyang Yu

 

阿尔达克·努尔哈兹:诗二首

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