Jila Mossaed (ژیلا مساعد)

[På kvällen ringer telefonen]

Poems

• 1 [Var rädd om din smärta] | Translations: deen
• 2 [Jag är en ensam nation] | Translations: deen
• 3 [På kvällen ringer telefonen] | Translations: deen
• 4 [Vi sover alla i trädgården] | Translations: deen
• 5 [Jag tycker inte om] | Translations: deen
• 6 [Har bjudit in trädet] | Translations: deen
• 7 [Det var ditt stoft] | Translations: deen
• 8 [En liten bit av ett träd] | Translations: deen
• 9 [Allt var vitt när jag] | Translations: deen
• 10 [Vem väver om nätterna] | Translations: deen
• 11 [Ett barn vid havet] | Translations: deen
• 12 آن شب
• 13 و دیوانگی را نامی تازه دادند

Language: swedish

Translations: german ([Am Abend klingelt das Telefon]), english ([The telephone rings at night])

[På kvällen ringer telefonen]

På kvällen ringer telefonen
Mor ligger på sjukhus i Teheran
Hela natten går jag fram och tillbaka i min lilla lägenhet
som en blödande tiger

Tidigt om morgonen ringer jag och pratar med henne
Rösten är svag
Hon gråter och vill ha oss vid sin säng
Hon dör ensam samma dag

Jag har stulit mig av henne

Mitt hjärta fyller hela rummet
Jag går på mina tårar

Translations:

Language: german

[Am Abend klingelt das Telefon]

Am Abend klingelt das Telefon
Mutter liegt im Krankenhaus in Teheran
die ganze Nacht gehe ich in meiner Wohnung auf und ab
wie ein blutender Tiger

Früh am Morgen rufe ich an und spreche mit ihr
die Stimme zittert
sie ist schwach und will uns an ihrem Bett haben
sie stirbt allein am selben Tag

Ich habe mich von ihr gestohlen

Mein Herz füllt den ganzen Raum aus
Ich tappe auf meinen Tränen

Language: english

[The telephone rings at night]

The telephone rings at night

Mom lies in the hospital in Teheran

All night long I pace back and forth in my small apartment

like a bleeding tiger

Early in the morning I call and talk with her

Her voice is weak

She cries and wants to have us at her bed

She dies alone the same day

I stole myself from her

My heart fills the entire room

I tread upon my tears

Jila Mossaed

ژیلا مساعد

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* 04.04.1948, Tehran, Iran
lives in: Gothenburg, Sweden

Jila Mossaed was born in Tehran in 1948. Since she took refuge in Sweden in 1986, she has published a large number of books in Persian exile publishing houses, as well as seven volumes of poetry in Swedish. Her books are banned in Iran and although her poems were only printed in magazines due to censorship there, she is still read in Iran and is even counted among the great poets of the twentieth century.

In Sweden, Mossaed has received many prestigious awards for her poetry, including the Gustav-Fröding Prize, Nordstedt's Author's Grant, a poetry scholarship from the Swedish Academy, and others.
Her works have been translated into many languages. In 2017 an edition of her collected poems was published in Dutch. In 2018 she was appointed a member of the Swedish Academy.

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In her poems, Jila Mossaed treats exile both as a painful experience and as a possibility of artistic expression, making it possible to deal with the real wounds, those of political and religious oppression. Her poems reflect her survival through words, through poems and her position as a poet and woman. In her poetics, Swedish minimalism meets the opulent, sensual Persian lyric tradition.

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