Ardakh Nurgaz. The Stone Well
--- 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