Yahya Hassan SALAM HABIBI (2013)


(photograph taken in Gellerup, Aarhus, June 2020)


SALAM HABIBI

By Yahya Hassan (2013)

JEG SNITTEDE EN TRÆPIND I SKOLEN

DA EN LÆRER RAKTE MIG DEN TELEFON

DE ALTID RINGEDE TIL MIN FAR MED

HVAD HAR JEG NU GJORT SPURGTE JEG

OG TOG TELEFONEN OP TIL ØRET

MEN DET VAR MOR

HUN SAGDE AT HUN VAR REJST VÆK

JEG BEGYNDTE AT GRÆDE I VÆRKSTEDSSKURET

AFTENEN FØR BLEV VI SENDT IND I STUEN

DØREN TIL SOVEVÆRELSET BLEV LUKKET

LYDE BAG DØREN OG ET KIG GENNEM NØGLEHULLET

MOR MED EN LEDNING OM HALSEN

JEG REV DØREN OP OG HAN TOG SIT BÆLTE AF

JEG HAVDE JO FÅET BESKED PÅ AT BLIVE I STUEN

SALAM HABIBI

I WAS CARVING A WOODEN STICK IN SCHOOL

WHEN A TEACHER HANDED ME THAT TELEPHONE

THEY ALWAYS RANG MY FATHER WITH

WHAT I HAVE DONE NOW I ASKED

AND BROUGHT THE TELEPHONE TO THE EAR

BUT IT WAS MOTHER

SHE SAID THAT SHE HAD GONE AWAY

I BEGAN TO CRY IN THE WORKSHOP-SHED

THE EVENING BEFORE WE WERE SENT TO THE LIVING ROOM

THE DOOR TO THE BEDROOM WAS CLOSED

SOUNDS BEHIND THE DOOR AND A PEEK THROUGH THE KEYHOLE

MOTHER WITH A CORD AROUND HER THROAT

I TORE THE DOOR OPEN AND HE TOOK HIS BELT OFF

I HAD ALREADY BEEN TOLD TO REMAIN IN THE LIVING ROOM.


More translations avaible here:

https://my-blackout.com/2020/05/18/yahya-hassan-poems/


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