Szeferisz, Jorgosz: Mythistorema 3. - Remember the baths where you were murdered (Μυθιστόρημα Γ´ - Μέμνησο λουτρῶν οἷς ἐνοσφίσθης Angol nyelven)

Ξύπνησα μὲ τὸ μαρμάρινο τοῦτο κεφάλι στὰ χέρια
ποὺ μοῦ ἐξαντλεῖ τοὺς ἀγκῶνες καὶ δὲν ξέρω ποῦ νὰ
τ᾿ ἀκουμπήσω.
Ἔπεφτε τὸ ὄνειρο καθὼς ἔβγαινα ἀπὸ τὸ ὄνειρο
ἔτσι ἑνώθηκε ἡ ζωή μας καὶ θὰ εἶναι πολὺ δύσκολο νὰ ξαναχωρίσει.

Κοιτάζω τὰ μάτια. Μήτε ἀνοιχτὰ μήτε κλειστὰ
μιλῶ στὸ στόμα ποὺ ὅλο γυρεύει νὰ μιλήσει
κρατῶ τὰ μάγουλα ποὺ ξεπέρασαν τὸ δέρμα.

Δὲν ἔχω ἄλλη δύναμη
τὰ χέρια μου χάνουνται καὶ μὲ πλησιάζουν
ἀκρωτηριασμένα.

I woke with this marble head in my hands;
it exhausts my elbow and I don’t know where to put it down.
It was falling into the dream as I was coming out of the dream
so our life became one and it will be very difficult for it to separate again.

I look at the eyes: neither open nor closed
I speak to the mouth which keeps trying to speak
I hold the cheeks which have broken through the skin.

That’s all I’m able to do.
My hands disappear and come towards me
mutilated.