艾哈迈德·拜东（Ahmed Baidoon）：崛起和闪耀吧，我的英雄

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崛起和闪耀吧，我的英雄

我曾被戏称为残缺者，因某些原因而孱弱不堪，
在黑暗的深渊中徘徊，与同类相互慰藉，
半盲，麻木失语，或自闭失聪，像个缺乏天赋的愚钝之人，
或是身形魁梧的弱智，有时又像个喋喋不休的侏儒，
我却坚定地宣告：“且听我讲述我的故事”：

曾有一个心怀梦想、满腔热忱的零，
四肢瘫痪——没有华盖和支柱可以倚靠，
如果他有一根魔杖，可以释放他的创造力，
他定能宣告威能，让往昔数字幻梦成真，
更不用说那些数字所描绘的嘲笑、讥讽，甚至是轻蔑；
那些自夸的一、二、三、四，姑且这么称呼，
他们嘲笑零的空无，讥讽他无足轻重的角色，
零却始终敬畏着他们挺拔而光辉的姿态。

突然间，咆哮的十位数入侵了他们的领地，
那些无助的无穷小的整数全都屈从威压，
孱弱的零一眼瞥见了他们身上的枷锁，
于是对自身的无限潜能轻声低语：
诚然，我的形态看似残缺不全，
但我仍是数轴边缘激荡的胜者的一员！

他毅然纵身一跃，带来了关键性的转变，
像值得称赞的十那样挣脱了枷锁，弭平了战火，
二十、三十、四十接踵而来——紧握这救赎的机缘，
齐声向零欢呼：是的，是的——万岁，我们的英雄！
是你为我们创造了全新的价值，
请宽恕我们昔日无情的否认。

他——虽失却健全躯体的福祉，却被赐予创新的灵光，
他从未如健全者那样凝视万物，
而是像天才画家一般描绘周遭的奇景；
他从未将大海视为潺潺的溪流，
而是当作一座幽暗的水族箱，游鱼斑斓；
他从未将山峦想象成嶙峋的岩石与沙丘，
而是一座巍峨的城堡，回荡着天使般的旋律；
他从未像聪明人那样背诵字母表，
却能领悟到超越人类认知的教训与道德。

因而——真正的恩典并非拥有无尽的福祉；
而是让英勇的嫩芽绽放有意义的价值。


作者：埃及诗人 艾哈迈德·法鲁克·拜东（Ahmed Farooq Baidoon）





Rise and Shine My Hero:

I was nicknamed a disabled being, crippled from certain things,
Wandering through woof of darkness and rejoicing with other clings,
Half-eyed, numbed mute or deafened with autism, a kind of moron lacking calibers,
A retarded with gigantic shape, sometimes a midget with vociferous blabbers,
With steadfastness I said: ‘behold and hearken my tale’:
“There once was a dreamy zero full of passion,
With paralyzed motionless limbs – no canopy nor supporting pillars to ponder upon,
If only he had this magic wand to unleash his creative fashion,
There be a proclamation of his might to make true those numeral dreams bygone,
Let alone a laughter, a mockery or even contemptuous satire pictured by Numbers;
Those bragging One, two, three, four and that’s to say,
They giggle at zero since his nothingness or role to play,
He hold true to their glorious straightened stature,
At once, roaring teens invaded their land,
Those helpless infinitesimal integers subdued to their command,
A pitiful zero at a glance, glimpsed their shackles,
And whispered to his own limitless tackles,
Verily a handicapped be that shape of mine,
Yet, a tumultuous triumphant number along the margin of line,
He leapt with an abrupt raid to make the difference,
The one untied fetters as a laudable ten and rid of such belligerence,
Here came twenty, thirty, forty - the rest cherished the handgrip of deliverance,
They all hailed zero: ‘Yep, Yep – Hurray our hero’,
It was you who made for us this value,
Pardon us as miserable heartless denying you”,
He - with loss of a divine corporal bliss – shall be gifted as an innovative wonder,
Never did he sight things like those of sound healthy render,
He pictured marvels of the environs as a genius painter,
Never did he grasp seas as liquid of a watery stream,
However, a lovely aquarium containing colorful fish whatsoever darkened gleam,
Never did he envisage mounts as cliffy rocks and sand dunes,
Yet – a lofty castle with angelic tunes,
Never did he recite alphabets as rehearsed in mindful brains,
But- the lesson and morale behind apart from our humankind mains,
Thus – it wasn’t for having entire countless blessings in possession;
Be it for enabling heroic little buds to unravel meaningful values in procession.
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📌🌹WRITTEN BY THE EGYPTIAN Poet_Ahmed Farooq Baidoon
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