Jacques Prévert - Voyage en Perse versuri traducere în engleză

English

Travel to Persia

That day,

Death had already come several times

To ask for me.

But I had her told
That I was not home

For I had other fish to fry
Than to listen to her

Other cats to whip

And more precisely
The Cat.Shah of Persia

That I had captured

Baiting him with a superb piece of green meat

- the Cat.Shahs of Persia relish on it -

One day, as he went away

With his companions

Music in mind

On the road to Tehran

It was a cracking party day

And he felt very happy

At the thought that poor peasants

Could be whipped.

So I carried him in a big suitcase

And showed him

For free

To the peasants

And then I whipped him
publicly

Asking no tip

And all the peasants got very happy.

I put him back into
The suitcase

And carried on my trip
through Persia

My pleasure travel

Pleasure for the others

For little children and also their parents

Because, as for me, I felt no pleasure at all

In beating the monarch

Simply the same tiredness

That one feels beating Persian

Carpets.

When suddenly appeared

A Londonian animal,

A perfect Limehouse gentleman up on the rooves

He was just passing and introduced himself:

I am the nine-tail tomcat

I know the job

And I can give you a hand at it

Here are my fees:

I want mice every day.

Sounds perfect, I said.

And, as well, I want to be allowed to stop

At will on the road

If a she-cat I like

Happens to pass on that road.

All right, I said, all right.

And be allowed to make love to her

The tomcat pointed out

And I want birds

To offer as presents to her

All right, all right, everything you want

I said.

I was so tired

And things went better.

The tomcat beat the Cat.Shah of Persia

Really correctly

And I beat my drum

And the peasants grew happier and happier

And they brought to the Cat.Shah

Mice and corn-rats

And, for me,

Things were just the same

Fresh drinks

And beautiful girls kissing me on my lips

In short,.it was fabulous

And, even, one day,

Some weavers

Offered to the cat and me

A genuine flying-carpet.

You will go faster this way, they told us

To go touring.

This way, the whole Persian country

Will get a clearer view of the

so comforting show.

But,suddenly, one day,

The Cat.Shah

looked at us painfully:

Is this little game going to last long ?

I can still remember precisely

What his face kooked like and what the weather looked like

That very day, at the same time,

The weather was so fine.

We were arriving on the carpet

Six or nine thousand feet over Tehran

And the Tomcat told the Cat.Shah,

Gently, all smiles,

Come on, come on,

Don't go complaining,
Your Majesty,

Had we wanted it so

We might have killed you

Or locked you up

In a big translucent jar

In the company of wicked gherkins

There, you would have died of thirst,

Been tormented in a thousand ways

Good Lord,

said the Cat.Shah

One must not do things like these

And then, he went on:

At the onset, I got surprised, it astonished me and, I should say, it pleased me, to be honest, it was new, you understand, but now, I become fed up!

It hurts a lot, you know, and it's humiliating, not to mention the fact that I look like a zebra now,.a zebra on the throne of Persia, you must admit it is sheer Shahcking, to say the least and I mean every word I say, yet I must confess to you that I'm not happy, no, not happy at all

At all at all at all

At all at all

At all

But, what does it matter,

The tomcat said

Since we're all happy,

We.

And we went down to town

Where everyone was revelling,

Where,everywhere, the joy of living

Was walking, all naked, in the street,

Where, everywhere, drunk Persians could be seen,

And welcomed us.

It's all fine,

The tomcat said.

Life is great

The throne is empty

But the wine-tubs are full

Alas,

I can't recognize my town any more,

the monarch said.

What is to become of me ?

Me

In all this ?

You gonna make yourself useful.
The tomvat said.
And , to start with, you will clean my dish.

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