HALIMA KHUDOYBERDIEVA [10.349]

domingo, 18 de agosto de 2013

HALIMA KHUDOYBERDIEVA [10.349]

Halima Khudoyberdieva

Halima Xudoyberdiyeva (cirílico, también romanizado como Halima Khudoiberdieva o Hudoyberdieva) (nacida el 17 de mayo 1947) es una célebre poeta cuyos temas en diferentes momentos de su carrera se han ocupado de nacionalidad uzbeka y la historia, los movimientos de liberación y el feminismo. Ha sido galardonada con el título de Poeta del Pueblo de Uzbekistán.

Sobresaliente poeta nacional de Uzbekistán. Escribió muchos libros de poesía. Durante largo tiempo trabajó para la Asociación de Mujeres de Uzbekistán y varios comités editoriales. Sus poemas han sido traducidos a varios idiomas, incluyendo ruso e inglés.

Halima nació el 17 de mayo de 1947 en Taraqqiyot granja colectiva en Boyovut, Provincia Surxondaryo, Uzbekistán.

En 1972 se graduó de la Universidad Estatal de Tashkent Facultad de Periodismo. Su primer empleo fue como editora en Saodat revista. En 1975-1977 realizó estudios de postgrado avanzados en el Instituto de Literatura Máximo Gorki en Moscú. Se convirtió en responsable de la Gvardiya Yosh departamento de publicaciones en 1978. De 1984 a 1994 fue editora en jefe de Saodat. Fue la primera presidente de la Comisión de Mujeres de Uzbekistán entre 1991 y 1994.

Obras

Ilk Muhabbat (Primer amor), 1972

Oq Olmalar (Manzanas blancas), 1973

Chaman (Flower Garden), 1974

Suyanch Tog'larim (Mis Montañas de apoyo), 1976

Beliye Yabloki (traducción al ruso de Oq Olmalar), 1977

Bobo Quyosh (Abuelo Sol), 1977

Muqaddas Ayol (Mujer Sagrada), 1987

Bu Kunlarga Yetganlar Bor (aquellos que han alcanzado en estos días), 1993

To'marisning Aytgani (Los Dichos de Tomyris ), 1996

BÚSCAME

Si yo me abriera

Como un cuenco, si me abriera,

Búscame, busca el temblor en lo hondo del corazón

Si mis versos se desvanecen como flores

Búscame en la pena del otoño.

Si piensas que el planeta es estrecho,

El mundo es ancho,

Soy una hoja y te ruego

No arrancarme.

Considérame un aprendiz, muestra

Al tomarme

Respeto por un discípulo de Yassaviy,

A quien sigo.

Si me voy con el Sol

En la riqueza, en la eminencia,

Búscame en

La piedad, las bendiciones de Allah, y…

Si alguna vez no me encuentras

Si alguna vez desaparezco

Búscame entonces

En la imperecedera tierra del Turkistán.

Traducción del uzbeko al inglés: Aazam Abidov

Traducción del inglés al castellano: Omar Pérez

LOOK FOR ME

If I widen

Like a bowl if I widen,

Look for me, seek from the shivers of heart’s bottom

If my verses like a flower become faded

Look for me then in the sorrow of the autumn.

If you think that planet’s narrow,

World is broad,

I am a leaf and kindly ask you

Not to pick off.

Reckon as a learner, esteem -

When you hold,

Respect as Yassaviy’s pupil,

Whom I follow.

If I go with the Sun

In wealth, in eminence,

Look for me in

Mercy, blessings of Allah, and:

Once:you won’t find me

When I once: evanesce

Look for me then

From the lasting Turkistan land.

HANDS OF FREEDOM

As your mother, along with you

Take away it

As your baby do not let it

Go in advance

Share this world only with this,

Be delighted

Be in keeping, take its hands firm

Hold them at once.

World – imperfect,

Days of Allah

Are so distinct

One day you will have sufferings

And other – fun

Motherless and childless lightly

You can subsist

But to live without freedom

Never can one!

LEAVE YOURSELF STRAIGHT

I am not able to know. Is this world wisdom or gold,

I wished revealing all the magic, every time but was surprised,

They see my palace in detail, and a special room I hold,

No friend I find to see my heart, and for care to arise.

A thought has settled in my soul, like a bodkin and a shot,

I ask you: never fall, because:a fallen man has no support.

Jackdaws move away from you, even gardens step aside,

Thank you for your cultivation, do you like them take offense?

The mounts that you lifted up are able calmly leave behind,

Come near, but be not distressed if a stone won’t confess.

Having tired, if you wish to lean, no garden, almond – spoilt,

I ask you: never fall, because a fallen man has no support!

If you have not only taking but a good aid-giving friend,

Stand up straight yourself that every pillar in the world will fall.

Even if you have a friend that’s going up to grave – till end,

Go yourself to death and never on the way depart at all.

Live in pride!

And having mourning, act: you lucky man, in short,

I ask you: never fall, because a fallen man has no support!

Sacred Woman

Your lovers have thrown flowers at your feet,

In solitude they have tasted honey from your lips,

And they have sold it to anyone at all,

You are sacred anyway, sacred woman.

First they came to fill your embrace, and told you to shine

You did not consent, woman, though people said the opposite

Unable to reach you, they turned their faces and called you bitter

You are sacred anyway, sacred woman.

You flutter your wings slowly and you lay your head down,

It's been thousands of years, your eyes sparkle with tears,

A thousand and one criminals will hurt you with stones,

You are sacred anyway, sacred woman.

Though you come silently when summoned, though you come uselessly,

Though you come humbly to the drunken circle, though you come pleading to scoundrels,

Though you come oppressed to the scoundrels, though you come humbly,

You are sacred anyway, sacred woman.

In fact you'll have amusements where you go,

Good and bad stories where you go,

You'll have men like wild horses where you go,

You are sacred anyway, sacred woman.

Your silk perfume body has the marks of stones,

Your bosom has the traces of heads that have leaned there,

You have the remnants of suns whose sun-fire has burned out,

You are sacred anyway, sacred woman.

Translated from Uzbek by Johanna-Hypatia Cybeleia

Muqaddas Ayol

Oshiqlaring poyingga gul otib ham bo'ldi,

Xilvatlarda labingdan bol totib ham bo'ldi,

Va bu haqda kimlargadir sotib ham bo'ldi,