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1.       yilgun-2010
572 posts
 08 Jul 2010 Thu 05:26 pm

Barbara / Jacques Prévert

Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-l…
Et tu marchais souriante
panouie ravie ruisselante
Sous la pluie
Rappelle-toi Barbara
İl pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest
Et je t´ai croisée rue de Siam
Tu souriais
Et moi je souriais de mˆme
Rappelle-toi Barbara
Toi que je ne connaissais pas
Toi qui ne me connaissais pas
Rappelle-toi
Rappelle-toi quand mˆme ce jour-l…
N´oublie pas
Un homme sous un porche s´abritait
Et il a crié ton nom
Barbara
Et tu as couru vers lui sous la pluie
Ruisselante ravie éspanouie
Et tu t´es jetée ses bras
Rappelle-toi cela Barbara
Et ne m´en veux pas si je te tutoie
Je dis tu … tous ceux que j´aime
Mˆme si je ne les ai vus qu´une seule fois
Je dis tu … tous ceux qui s´aiment
Mˆme si je ne les connais pas
Rappelle-toi Barbara
N´oublie pas
Cette pluie sage et heureuse
Sur ton visage hereux
Sur cette ville hereuse
Cette pluie sur la mer
Sur l´arsenal
Sur le bateau d´Ouessant
Oh Barbara
Quelle connerie la guerre
Qu´es-tu devenue maintenant
Sous cette pluie de fer
De feu d´acier de sang
Et celui qui te serrait dans ses bras
Amoureusement
Est-il mort disparu ou bien encore vivant
Oh Barbara
Il pleut sans cesse sur Brest
Comme il pleuvait avant
Mais ce n´est plus pareil et tout est abîmé
C´est une pluie de deuil terrible et désolée
Ce n´est mˆme plus l´orage
De fer d´acier de sang
Tout simplement des nuages
Qui crèvent comme des chiens
Des chiens qui disparaissent
Au fil de l´eau sur Brest
Et vont pourrir au loin
Au loin très loin de Brest
Dont il ne reste rien.

Jacques Prévert (1900 - 1977)

barbara

 


hatırla barbara,
o gün hiç durmamacasına yağıyordu yağmur Brest´e
ve sen
o yağmurun altında
gülümseyerek yürüyordun
ışıl ışıl, mutlu, sırılsıklam

hiç durmamacasına yağıyordu yağmur Brest´e
ve ben senlen
Siyam sokağında karşılaştım
gülümsüyordun
ben de gülümsüyordum

hatırla barbara,
benim tanımadığım sen
beni tanımayan sen
hatırla,
gene de o günü hatırla
unutma

bir sundurmanın altına bir adam sığınmıştı
sana adınla seslendi
barbara
ve sen
o yağmurun altında ona doğru koştun
sırılsıklam, mutlu, ışıl ışıl
ve kollarına atıldın
bunu da hatırla
ve sen diye hitabettiğim için sakın bana kızma
ben tüm sevdiklerime sen derim
onları yalnızca bir kez görmüş olsam bile
ben tüm sevenlere sen derim
onları hiç tanımasam bile

hatırla barbara,
unutma
mutlu yüzündeki, o mutlu şehrin üstündeki
o sakin ve mutlu yağmuru
denizin, askeri tersanenin, Ouessant gemisinin üzerindeki
o yağmuru

ooo barbara
savaş
ne büyük aptallık
sen şimdi ne oldun
bu;
demirden,
ateşten,
çelikten,
kandan
yağmurun altında

ya seni kollarında tutkuyla saran adam
öldü mü, kayıp mı, yaşıyor mu

ooo barbara
hiç durmamacasına yağıyor yağmur Brest´e
taa o zamanki gibi
fakat hiçbirşey aynı değil, hepsi darma duman şimdi
bu, korkunç ve mahzun bir keder yağmuru

bu;
demirden,
çelikten,
kandan oluşmuş
aynı fırtına değil artık
şimdi sadece
Brest´in üstündeki yağmur boyunca,
ölen köpekler gibi çatlayan bulutlar var

ve onlar
uzakta çürüyecekler,
artık hiçbirşeyi kalmayan Brest´in uzağında,

çok uzağında...


Çeviren: Reha Yunluel

2.       lady in red
6947 posts
 08 Jul 2010 Thu 05:42 pm

 

Quoting yilgun-2010

Barbara / Jacques Prévert

Rappelle-toi Barbara
Il pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest ce jour-l…
Et tu marchais souriante
panouie ravie ruisselante
Sous la pluie
Rappelle-toi Barbara
İl pleuvait sans cesse sur Brest
Et je t´ai croisée rue de Siam
Tu souriais
Et moi je souriais de mˆme
Rappelle-toi Barbara
Toi que je ne connaissais pas
Toi qui ne me connaissais pas
Rappelle-toi
Rappelle-toi quand mˆme ce jour-l…
N´oublie pas
Un homme sous un porche s´abritait
Et il a crié ton nom
Barbara
Et tu as couru vers lui sous la pluie
Ruisselante ravie éspanouie
Et tu t´es jetée ses bras
Rappelle-toi cela Barbara
Et ne m´en veux pas si je te tutoie
Je dis tu … tous ceux que j´aime
Mˆme si je ne les ai vus qu´une seule fois
Je dis tu … tous ceux qui s´aiment
Mˆme si je ne les connais pas
Rappelle-toi Barbara
N´oublie pas
Cette pluie sage et heureuse
Sur ton visage hereux
Sur cette ville hereuse
Cette pluie sur la mer
Sur l´arsenal
Sur le bateau d´Ouessant
Oh Barbara
Quelle connerie la guerre
Qu´es-tu devenue maintenant
Sous cette pluie de fer
De feu d´acier de sang
Et celui qui te serrait dans ses bras
Amoureusement
Est-il mort disparu ou bien encore vivant
Oh Barbara
Il pleut sans cesse sur Brest
Comme il pleuvait avant
Mais ce n´est plus pareil et tout est abîmé
C´est une pluie de deuil terrible et désolée
Ce n´est mˆme plus l´orage
De fer d´acier de sang
Tout simplement des nuages
Qui crèvent comme des chiens
Des chiens qui disparaissent
Au fil de l´eau sur Brest
Et vont pourrir au loin
Au loin très loin de Brest
Dont il ne reste rien.

Jacques Prévert (1900 - 1977)

barbara

 

 

I´m quite depressed - even though its been aeons since I studied French at school I still found the French much easier to understand than the Turkish translation.  Cry - I think we should move to France.

3.       sonunda
5004 posts
 08 Jul 2010 Thu 06:16 pm

Me too!

4.       zeytinne
596 posts
 08 Jul 2010 Thu 06:23 pm

Me not {#emotions_dlg.shame} ! ... si conditionnel ... {#emotions_dlg.puking}

Quoting sonunda

Me too!

 

 

5.       yilgun-2010
572 posts
 08 Jul 2010 Thu 06:28 pm

 


Teşekkür ederim...





Edited (7/8/2010) by yilgun-2010
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Edited (7/8/2010) by yilgun-2010
Edited (7/8/2010) by yilgun-2010

6.       slavica
814 posts
 09 Jul 2010 Fri 12:41 am

For "the few", for educational purposes...

BARBARA

Remember Barbara
It rained without cease on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Radiant joyful streaming
In the rain

Remember Barbara
It rained without cease on Brest
And I passed you on Siam Street
You smiled
And I smiled too

Remember Barbara
You whom I didn´t know
You who didn´t know me

Remember
Remember that day
Don´t forget

A man sheltered under a porch
And called your name
Barbara
And you ran to him in the rain
Streaming joyful radiant
And you threw yourself into his arms
Remember that Barbara

And don´t scorn me
If I speak like an old friend to you
I speak like an old friend to all whom I love
Even if I have only seen them one time
I speak like an old friend to all whom I love
Even if I don´t know them

Remember Barbara
Don´t forget
The wise and happy rain
On your happy face
The rain on the sea
On the docks
On the Western boats

Oh Barbara
What idiocy war
What have you become now
Under this rain of iron
Of fire of swords of blood

And the one who held you in his arms
Lovingly
Is he dead gone or still living

Oh Barbara
It rains without cease on Brest
As it rained before

But it´s not the same and all is lost
It´s a rain of terrible and desolate sorrow
It´s no longer the storm
of iron of swords of blood

Very simply the clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
With the current over Brest
And go to rot far
Far very far from Brest
Of which nothing is left.

 

(Translated by Adam Israel)

 

BARBARA

 

Anımsa Barbara

Yağmur yağıyordu o gün Brest´te durmadan

Yürüyordun gülümseyerek yağmur altında

Şaşkın hayran sırılsıklam

Anımsa Barbara

Siam sokağında rastladım sana

Yağmur yağıyordu Brest´te durmadan

Gülümsüyordun

Gülümsüyordum

Tanımıyordum seni

Sen de beni tanımıyordun

 

Anımsa gene de anımsa o günü

Unutma

Saçağın altına sığınmış bir adam

Adını ünledi

Barbara

Seğirttin ona doğru yağmur altında

Şaşkın hayran sırılsıklam

Atıldın kollarına

Anımsa bunu Barbara

Sen diyorum diye de bana kızma

Sen diyorum bütün sevdiklerime

Ancak bir kez görmüşsem bile

Sen diyorum bütün sevişenlere

Tanımasam bile

 

Anımsa Barbara

Unutma

O yumuşak mutlu yağmuru

Mutlu yüzüne yağan

O mutlu kente yağan

Denize yağan

Tersaneye yağan

Quessant gemisine yağan yağmuru

 

Ah Barbara

Ne hırboluktur savaş

N´oldun şimdi sen

O demir o çelik o kan yağmuru altında

Ya o adam n´oldu seni yürekten

Kucaklayan

Öldü mü kaldı mı n´oldu

 

Ah Barbara

Yağmur yağıyor Brest´te durmadan

Eskiden nasıl yağıyorsa öyle

Ama artık bildiğin gibi değil bura yok oldu her şey

Yıkık bitik bir yas yağmuru şimdi yağan

Demir çelik kan fırtınası bile değil

İtler gibi kuyruğunu titreten

Bulutlar yalnız bulutlar

 

Brest´te sular boyunca yitip giden itler

Çürümek için gidiyor uzaklara

Hiçbir şey kalmayan Brest´ten

Çoook uzaklara

 

Translation source

 

(In this poem, Prevert magnifies the 1940-1944 tragedy in Brest, French city, totaly ruined in heavily bombing during the war. After the war, the poet remembers a woman he cought a glimpse of under the rain in Rue de Siam before the war. The only thing he knows about her is her name and he wonders, under the rain in the ruins of Brest, what might have happened to her.)

 

7.       lady in red
6947 posts
 09 Jul 2010 Fri 01:02 am

 

Quoting slavica

For "the few", for educational purposes...

BARBARA

 

 

Remember Barbara
It rained without cease on Brest that day
And you walked smiling
Radiant joyful streaming
In the rain

Remember Barbara
It rained without cease on Brest
And I passed you on Siam Street
You smiled
And I smiled too

Remember Barbara
You whom I didn´t know
You who didn´t know me

Remember
Remember that day
Don´t forget

A man sheltered under a porch
And called your name
Barbara
And you ran to him in the rain
Streaming joyful radiant
And you threw yourself into his arms
Remember that Barbara

And don´t scorn me
If I speak like an old friend to you
I speak like an old friend to all whom I love
Even if I have only seen them one time
I speak like an old friend to all whom I love
Even if I don´t know them

Remember Barbara
Don´t forget
The wise and happy rain
On your happy face
The rain on the sea
On the docks
On the Western boats

Oh Barbara
What idiocy war
What have you become now
Under this rain of iron
Of fire of swords of blood

And the one who held you in his arms
Lovingly
Is he dead gone or still living

Oh Barbara
It rains without cease on Brest
As it rained before

But it´s not the same and all is lost
It´s a rain of terrible and desolate sorrow
It´s no longer the storm
of iron of swords of blood

Very simply the clouds
That die like dogs
Dogs that disappear
With the current over Brest
And go to rot far
Far very far from Brest
Of which nothing is left.

 

(Translated by Adam Israel)


 

Interesting to see another Turkish translation and for the explanation behind the poem but whoever translated from French to English should know that you can´t say ´it rained without cease´ in English - it sounds really strange and out of place with the rest of the translation.

8.       vineyards
1954 posts
 09 Jul 2010 Fri 01:25 am

Well, "it rained without cease" sounds quite alright to me. A google search will confirm this.

9.       slavica
814 posts
 09 Jul 2010 Fri 01:27 am

 

Quoting lady in red

 

 

Interesting to see another Turkish translation and for the explanation behind the poem but whoever translated from French to English should know that you can´t say ´it rained without cease´ in English - it sounds really strange and out of place with the rest of the translation.

 

 

Sorry, I don´t speak French, and English is not my native language too Maybe this translation will fit better?

 

Remember Barbara

It rained all day on Brest that day

And you walked smiling

Flushed enraptured streaming-wet

In the rain

Remember Barbara

It rained all day on Brest that day

And I ran into you in Siam Street

You were smiling

And I smiled too

Remember Barbara

You whom I didn´t know

You who didn´t know me

Remember

Remember that day still

Don´t forget

A man was taking cover on a porch

And he cried your name

Barbara

And you ran to him in the rain

Streaming-wet enraptured flushed

And you threw yourself in his arms

Remember that Barbara

And don´t be mad if I speak familiarly

I speak familiarly to everyone I love

Even if I´ve seen them only once

I speak familiarly to all who are in love

Even if I don´t know them

Remember Barbara

Don´t forget

That good and happy rain

On your happy face

On that happy town

That rain upon the sea

Upon the arsenal

Upon the Ushant boat

Oh Barbara

What shitstupidity the war

Now what´s become of you

Under this iron rain

Of fire and steel and blood

And he who held you in his arms

Amorously

Is he dead and gone or still so much alive

Oh Barbara

It´s rained all day on Brest today

As it was raining before

But it isn´t the same anymore

And everything is wrecked

It´s a rain of mourning terrible and desolate

Nor is it still a storm

Of iron and steel and blood

But simply clouds

That die like dogs

Dogs that disappear

In the downpour drowning Brest

And float away to rot

A long way off

A long long way from Brest

Of which there´s nothing left.

 

 

Translation:  Lawrence Ferlinghetti

 



Edited (7/9/2010) by slavica
Edited (7/9/2010) by slavica

10.       peacetrain
1905 posts
 09 Jul 2010 Fri 01:34 am

It rained incessantly . . .

 

Thank you for your time and trouble Slavica {#emotions_dlg.flowers}

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