The Pen
A short-story from Afghanistan written in Dari |
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Text & Translation |
The Pen by `Azam Rahnaward Zaryab |
قلم از اعظم رهنورد زریاب |
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See this story converted to
Iran-style Persian |
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For ten days,
he didn't come to work. After ten days when he
returned, his colleagues saw that he was completely tired
and depleted. He asked after the health of his
colleagues with that same
humility as in the past. But his colleagues found that
SharafAdDin was burning in the fire of fever. He sat
down at his desk. He took out his papers cautiously.
He took up the pen that his colleagues had given him as a
gift. He bent
his head over his papers and began writing. His
colleagues smiled at each other. That is to say, it was okay,
everything turned out okay. SharafAdDin's head
was bent and he kept on writing. Suddenly, he
lifted his head. He summoned the office assistant and
asked:
- Have you seen my pen? |
ده روز سر کارش نیامد. پس از ده روز که برگشت، همکارانش
دیدند که سخت تکیده و وامانده شده است. با همان فروتنی
گذشته با همکارانش احوال‌پرسی کرد. و همکارانش دریافتند
که شرف الدین در آتش تب می‌سوزد. پشت میزش نشست.
کاغذهایش را با احتیاط بیرون کشید. قلمی را که همکارانش
به او بخشیده بودند، برآورد. سرش روی کاغذهایش خمید و
شروع کرد به نوشتن. همکارانش به همدیگر لبخند زدند.
یعنی که خوب شد همه چیز به خیر گذشت. سر شرف الدین خمیده
بود و همچنان می‌نوشت. ناگهان سر بلند کرد. پیادهٔ
دفتر را خواست و پرسید:
- تو قلم مرا
ندیده‌ای؟ |
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The office
assistant look this way and that way and said:
- No, I
haven't seen your pen.
His colleagues
started looking with surprise at SharafAdDin.
And he with a very serious tone asked them:
- You ... honestly tell [me], "You haven't seen my
pen?"
Everyone answered:
- What do we want with your pen? |
پیاده این سو و آن سو نگریست و گفت:
- نی، من قلم شما را ندیده‌ام.
همکارانش با شگفتی شرف الدین را نگریستن
گرفتند. و او با لحن بسیار جدّی از آنان پرسید:
- شما ...صادقانه بگویید که قلم مرا
ندیده‌اید؟
همه جواب دادند:
- ما با قلم تو چه کار داریم؟ |
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SharafAdDin, in
a state where the heat of fever
could be seen (read)
in his eyes, said:
- Then what happened to my pen? |
شرف الدین در حالی که گرمای تب در چشم‌هایش خوانده می‌شد، گفت:
- پس قلم من چی شد؟ |
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His colleagues
remained silent and he shouted:
- I know you were jealous
of the writings I used to write! Then, to the bewilderment
of his colleagues he slowly/quietly added:
- This is injustice, you know. What sin have my
children committed?
One of his colleagues asked:
- What do you mean?
SharafAdDin said:
- The pen, I mean
my pen!
His colleagues all said:
- We swear that we haven't seen your pen. |
همکارانش ساکت ماندند و او فریاد زد:
- میدانم که شما به مکتوب‌هایی که من
می‌نوشتم، رشک می‌بردید! بعد، در میان حیرت همکارانش
آهسته افزود:
- آخر این ظلم است. طفل‌های من چه
گناهی کرده‌اند؟
یکی از همکارانش پرسید:
- منظورت چیست؟
شرف الدین گفت:
- قلم، قلمم را می‌گویم!
همکارانش همه گفتند:
- قسم می‌خوریم که قلمت را ندیده‌ایم. |
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Suddenly
SharafAdDin started
laughing and burst out in loud laughter. In
this state, he said:
- What times! What times!
And he threw the pen which his colleagues had given him
hard on the ground. The pen broke into bits.
SharafAdDin shouted:
- May this pen be broken!
Then, as if a line of poetry should be added to this
utterance, he said:
- May the gate of the daily bread of my children be shut!
Again he burst out in loud laughter and added:
- And may the respect of my clients be over!
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ناگهان شرف الدین به خنده درآمد و قهقه‌یی را سر داد. در
این حال گفت:
- چه روزگاری، چه
روزگاری!
و قلمی را که همکارانش به او داده بودند
سخت بر زمین کوفت. قلم ریزه ریزه شد. شرف الدین
فریاد زد:
- شکسته باد این قلم!
بعد، مثل آنکه مصراعی بر این گفته‌اش
افزوده باشد، گفت:
- بسته باد دروازهٔ روزی طفلان من!
باز هم قهقه‌ای را سر داد و افزود:
- و تمام باد احترام مراجعین من! |
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He put his head
on his desk and started crying. His colleagues got up
to console him. But suddenly SharafAdDin stood up and
said:
- You don't think the
boss himself
might have taken my pen?
Everyone remained uncomfortably quiet and SharafAdDin
went out of the room. A moment later, a commotion
arose from the boss' office. Then silenced reigned. |
سرش را روی میز گذاشت و بنای گریستن را گرفت. همکارانش
برخاستند که دلاسایش کنند. اما ناگهان شرف الدین ایستاد
و گفت:
- فکر نمی‌کنید که شخص مدیر
قلمم را گرفته باشد؟
همه با ناراحتی خاموش ماندند و شرف الدین
از اتاق برآمد. یک لحظه بعد سر و صدایی از دفتر مدیر
برخاست. بعد خاموشی حکمفرما شد. |
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The colleagues
of SharafAdDin didn't see him anymore. For a long time,
his desk and chair remained vacant. One day, a new
official who had recently been hired sat down
at SharafAdDin's desk. He was tall and thin.
When he was about to start work, he took out his ball-point
pen which was black. He removed the cap. He
twisted the lower portion until the tip of the pen appeared.
The man looked at the pen a moment with admiration. |
همکاران شرف الدین دیگر او را ندیدند. مدّت‌ها میز و
چوکیش خالی بود. یک
روز مامور تازه‌یی که نو مقرر شده بود
پشت میز شرف الدین نشست. بلندقد و لاغراندام بود.
وقتی خواست شروع به کار کند، قلم خودرنگش را که سیاه بود،
بیرون کشید. سرش را باز کرد. قسمت پایینش را تاب
داد تا نوک قلم ظاهر شد. مرد لختی با تحسین قلم را
نگریست. |
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The colleagues
of the office asked him:
- Is its tip of gold?
The new
worker said:
- Yeah.
Then they further
asked:
- Is its clasp also gold?
The worker answered:
- Yeah, it's pure gold!
The heads of the colleagues of the office bent and
everyone snickered. |
همکاران دفتر از او پرسیدند:
- نوکش
طلاست؟
کارمند نو گفت:
- ها.
باز هم پرسیدند:
- گیرایش هم طلاست؟
کارمند جواب داد:
- ها، طلای ناب است!
سرهای همکاران دفتر خمید و همه پخ زدند. |
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