诗人曰：白翼之光，如鹤翔云间

海外文苑

哈琳娜·博赫丹（Halina Bohdan ），白俄罗斯作家与教育工作者，白俄罗斯作家联盟成员，从事儿童与成人文学创作。其46部作品由白俄罗斯国家出版社出版。她曾获A. I. 杜布科“年度作家”奖。

Halina Bohdan (Галина Богдан), Belarusian writer and educator， a member of the Union of Writers of Belarus, she writes for children and adults. Forty-six of her books have been published by Belarusian national publishing houses. She is the recipient of the A. I. Dubko “Writer of the Year” Award.

我的白俄罗斯

我的白俄罗斯，我亲爱的母亲，

一切温润安宁，黄昏携来静谧。

你如白翼之光，

如鹤翔云间。

清泉般的国土，

矢车菊在田野间盛开，

河流奔向无垠远方；

此处是家，我诞于此地。

你眼中映着天空之蓝，

倒映在湖泊镜面；

战火苦涩如艾草残留，

森林早已掩覆旧伤。

以善待人，

以歌与琴迎接远客；

钦巴利琴与多姆拉琴轻响，

心灵清澈如光。

你的城市庄严优雅，

你的自然温柔辽阔；

你承载丰饶才华，

民族创造辉煌。

愿你永续于岁月之上，

我为你而生，为你自豪。

愿造物守护你——

我亲爱的祖国，白俄罗斯。

My Belarus

My Belarus, my dear mother,

Here all is cozy; the evenings bring peace.

You are light, my white-winged one,

Soaring like a stork amidst the clouds.

A spring of freshness, my gentle land,

Cornflowers bloom in the tresses of your fields,

And rivers flow toward the boundless distance.

Here is my home; here I was born.

In your eyes lies the blue of the sky,

Reflected in the mirrors of the lakes;

The bitter trace of wars lingers like wormwood,

Yet the forest canopy has long since hidden those wounds.

You bring goodness to all, my kind one,

And welcome dear guests to your home.

You beckon them with *tsymbaly* and *domras*—

Those melodies bring lightness and clarity.

You are beautiful in your cities, my stately one,

And lovely in your natural landscapes.

You possess a gentle nature,

And a soul of boundless breadth.

You are richly endowed with talent;

So much has been created by our people.

You are uplifted by noble themes—

So stand tall, hold your head high.

Live on through the ages, my beloved!

I live for you; I take pride in you.

May the Creator keep you safe—

My Homeland, Belarus.

母语

曾听见？其声沉稳有力，心之律动——

故土之语，直抵灵魂深处。

滋养、启迪、疗愈，

人至珍贵的精神源泉。

携之以行，敬之、惜之，

母语如信仰，如慈母，

如家园、宗族与爱，如祖国。

失之，一切无从立足。

Native language

Do you hear? It beats evenly and strongly like this –

That native word reaches the heart,

It nourishes and teaches us and heals us,

It is the most important human resource.

Carry it, respect it, cherish it,

Because the native word is like faith, like a mother,

Like home and family, like love and homeland.

It is impossible for us to have all this without a word!

鲁斯兰·皮沃瓦罗夫，白俄罗斯俄语诗人、小说家，白俄罗斯作家协会成员。著有7部诗集，作品译介16种语言，发表于多国报刊及文学选集，曾多次荣获国际文学奖项。

Ruslan Pivovarov is a Belarusian Russian-language poet and novelist, and a member of the Writers' Union of Belarus. He has published seven poetry collections. His works have been translated into 16 languages and received multiple international literary awards.

未曾在暮色中生活的人

未居暮色，不识拂晓之美。

晨光一击，撕裂夜之弦；

而黑暗，仍在部分灵魂滞留。

未历恶，不知善之欢；

他人之痛，如隔世，

慈悲之声，不闻。

未挣扎求一息，

焉知深呼吸之意义？

于他，生命不过残屑，

自身即唯一的宝。

未见战火与死亡，

不识生命之光与圣洁；

未曾面对敌人，

难一夜成圣。

无贪、无恶、无执、唯爱，

六翼炽天使方日复一日降临，

以幸福之灯，置其额上。

WHO HAS NOT LIVED IN THE TWILIGHTC?

He who has not lived in twilight cannot know

The lovely moment at the break of day.

How the sunrise tears the taut night’s thread with his blow –

Yet in some, darkness does willfully stay.

Who has not suffered evil knows no cheer

In goodness, taking every gift for free,

Another’s pain to him is out of place, I fear…

And compassion – a strangeness he can’t see.

Who, writhing, has not gasped for one saving breath –

How can he know what it is to breathe deep?!

What can he hope from life but meager scraps

Holding himself the only prize to keep?

Who has not met with death and war on this earth

Will he know life’s sacred grace and light?

He who has not stood firm before the foe

Will not be made a saint by God overnight.

Only in those whose spirit burns with no base fire –

Not greed, not malice, not self-interest, but love –

Does the winged Seraph come, day after day

And place the lamp of happiness at their head above.

Translated from the Russian into English by Santosh Kumar Pokharel

非冬之咎

暮云之后，万象俱隐，

谁将忧伤带入人间？

非冬使然，乃春之不至；

非季候之冷，乃心之寒。

灵魂为粗粝所困，

罪恶之芽悄然生展；

寒冷无过，

缺失的乃内心之暖。

命运未曾盈于欢悦，

孤独之风长夜悲号；

非暴雪为祸，

乃灵魂自身之沉沦。

有时破碎之情无从复返，

呼唤幸福，不可追；

非骄矜为因，

唯因灵魂失了爱。

NOT WINTER IN SADNESS IS TO BLAME

Behind the clouds after sunset nothing you see

Why sadness to us do we bring?

It’s not winter that’s to blame for sadness

But the soul in the absence of spring.

The soul is often overwhelmed with rudeness

The stems of evil for sure do unfirl

It’s not the fault of cold at all,

It's lack of warmth in the soul.

Fate is not enriched with pleasure

And the winds of loneliness howl.

It’s not the blizzard of life that’s to blame for,

But the soul's solemn downfall.

At times you have no return to broken feelings,

How much you may call happiness back...

And it’s not pride that’s to blame for

But only the soul that love does lack.

Translated from the Russian into English by Santosh Kumar Pokharel

尤拉伊·托伦蒂诺·赫维亚（Yuray Tolentino Hevia），古巴诗人、编剧、策展人及艺术评论家，出版多部诗集，作品发表于多国期刊与选集。她曾获意大利、欧洲及拉丁美洲多项文学奖，并活跃于国际诗歌节与艺术策展领域。

Yuray Tolentino Hevia is a Cuban poet, screenwriter, curator, and art critic. She has published several poetry collections, and her work has appeared in numerous international journals and anthologies. She has received multiple literary awards across Italy, Europe, and Latin America, and is actively engaged in poetry festivals and art curation.

无题
（一）
有些日子，手指仿佛多余，
只能用来数列车汽笛声。
那声汽笛，
满载未曾抵达的世界。

影子，
沙漏中刻下时间纹路；
直至今日，仍使我免于遗忘——
不致于将守望月台的抽屉付之一炬。

那里，列车守候，鸣响，
日复一日，贯穿时光与清晨。

There are days when the fingers of the hand are left over
to count the train whistle.
that whistle
full
Of worlds I’ve never touched
Yet those shadows
they traced the time in my hourglass
and even today they save me from forgetfulness
not to throw the drawers into the fire
who guard the platform
where the trains whistled
at every hour of the day
and in the morning.

（二）
田野无蝶，
它们被分割于痛楚与疲惫中，
无梦，苟活。

我嗅花香，自根部而起，
以水彩描绘花瓣，
以词语作画——
如列车般呼啸的词。

死亡已过。
万物尽失生机。
请覆上那间屋--
摆满家族照

There are no butterflies in the fields
they are quartered
for pain and fatigue
to live without dreams.

I smelled the flowers
from its roots
and painted the petals
with my watercolors
with the words
that whistled like trains

Death has passed.
Everything has become infertile.
cover the house
of family photos.

（三）
隔雨望去，
十二年前的旧时光仍在回返；
同样的痛，
同样无解的追问，
同样空白的沉默。

你未曾言明的一切，
至今不知你在何方；
思念你——兄弟。
我仍不习惯，
始终不曾习惯。

以岁月为衣，为你献花，
置于屋宇一隅；
你如无形旅人经过，
如列车掠影，
在犬吠声中远去，
而我，对之微笑。


I look through the rain
twelve years ago
and the same pain returns
the same questions
the void of answers
that you didn’t say
I do not know where you are
but I miss you
brother
and I’m not used to it
I’m not used to it.

Dressed in the hours of my days
I’ll give you a flower
in a corner of the house
for when you pass
how the invisible traveler
of the train
at which dog barks
and I smile at him.

(Translated into English by Leidy DÍAS HEVIA)
哈鲁纳·M·哈桑（Haruna M. Hassan），尼日利亚作家，拥有图书馆与信息科学学士学位。创作涵盖诗歌、小说、戏剧及社会题材文学，聚焦身份认同、文化、爱情与社会正义等主题，被视为当代非洲文学的新锐声音。
Haruna M. Hassan is a Nigerian writer with a Bachelor’s degree in Library and Information Science. His work spans poetry, fiction, drama, and socially engaged writing, exploring human experience through themes of identity, culture, love, and social justice. He is regarded as an emerging voice in contemporary African literature.
我心中的爱

我心中的爱，
非你所想那般浅薄，
远胜你所寻觅。

它若一缕流光，
浓若雪中炼乳，
又如吸管里的汽水，静静流淌。

我心中的爱，
非如腐朽之念，摧毁你的灵魂；
唤醒你内在奋发的力量。

我心中的爱，
不为你的身份，
不为你的锦绣前程。

只为你纯净的灵魂，
为生命着色，
使其满溢光明。

The_love_in_me

The love in me,
not slender as they think,
more than how you seek.

It's lighter than reflection of light,
thicker as condensed milk in the snow,
flowing than fanta in a straw.

The love in me,
not as corrupt minds to break the soul in you,
but to awake the motivational spirit in you.

The love in me,
not for the sake of who you are,
or the bright future in you.

But only for the pure soul in you,
to paint the life in you,
with colour of bright.



笔之阿卡迪亚

笔，起舞之地。
墨焰燃于山巅，
深藏的旨意写入字里行间。

拒绝阅读的土地上，
鲜有人读懂其深意；
唯有受文字启迪者，
心领神会。

于长空尽沐欢欣，
智慧如甘霖，绵绵不绝；
恰似满载希望的云天，
生命重绽笑颜。

Arcadia_Of_Pen

The dancing ground of pen,
where inks plays fire on the mountain,
with their hidden goals in lines.

On land of anti-readers,
and none absorb the goals in lines,
except the full-blown penners in taught.

Which drench sky to glee,
of raining wisdom that never cease,
like of cloudy sky with full of hope,
that itches life to smile.

诗歌赏析：

本组作品呈现出鲜明的地域文化特色与广阔的人类精神视野。哈琳娜·博赫丹以温婉真挚的笔触礼赞祖国与母语，情感纯净而富有家园意识；鲁斯兰·皮沃瓦罗夫借战争、苦难与信仰展开哲学思辨，在生命对照中探寻善与爱的本质；尤拉伊·托伦蒂诺·赫维亚以现代主义意象和碎片化叙事，书写记忆、死亡与亲情，诗意深邃而富于张力；哈鲁纳·M·哈桑则以清澈简约的语言歌咏爱情、文学与精神成长，充满希望与人文关怀。四位诗人的创作风格各具特色，共同体现了当代世界诗歌对生命、历史与人性的深刻观照，兼具思想深度、艺术感染力与跨文化价值。（佩英）

Editorials:

This selection presents a rich spectrum of regional cultures alongside a broad humanistic vision. Halina Bohdan celebrates her homeland and mother tongue with warmth, sincerity, and a profound sense of belonging. Ruslan Pivovarov reflects on war, suffering, and faith through philosophical inquiry, exploring the essence of goodness and love. Yuray Tolentino Hevia employs modernist imagery and fragmented narrative to evoke memory, death, and kinship with striking poetic intensity. Haruna M. Hassan writes in a lucid, lyrical voice, affirming love, literature, and spiritual growth with quiet optimism and humanistic grace. Distinct in style yet united in purpose, these poets illuminate the enduring concerns of contemporary world poetry, combining artistic excellence, intellectual depth, and a resonant cross-cultural vision.(by Christine Chen)

（本期所有文字均获作者授权）