Memento Vitae - Now in Spanish Translation!

The wonderful poet Elsa S. Frausto, raised in Argentina and living in Southern California, has added another link to our International Translation Project. "Memento Vitae" by Maja Trochimczyk now appears in Spanish.  We would love to find a place for it on a Spanish-language blog or poetry zine. The poem was previously published in English, Serbian, Polish and French.


Memento Vitae

Hablemos de morir.
El jadeo del último suspiro.
El fin. O quizás no.
No lo sabemos.
Hablemos del último día.
¿Qué harías si lo supieses?
¿A quién amarías?
¿Encontrarías tu más querido,
tu más secreto amor?
¿O sólo te quedarías en el círculo
que te contiene?
¿Robarías o insultarías a alguien?
¿Llorarías?
¿Quemarías tus papeles?
¿Si el tejido de tu futuro
se abreviara en un día,
o quizás sólo en una hora?
Hablemos entonces de vivir.
Tu siguiente aliento,
el que te llevará
al siguiente minuto,
al latir que sigue.
Casi- ahora.

Translation- Elsa S. Frausto
                  January 21, 2013

Elsa S. Frausto's work has appeared in many local and international publications, among them Porte des Poetes, Speechlessthemagazine, Poem of the Month in Poets at Work, Badlands and Poets on Site. She was the coordinator and host for Camelback Readings held at the Sunland-Tujunga Library. She has been a member of the Chuparosa Writers for many years and is Poetry Editor and Translator for the Spanish language literary magazine la-luciernaga.com

Memento Vitae

Let's talk about dying.
The gasp of last breath.
The end. Or maybe not,
We don't know.
Let's talk about the last day.
What would you do
if you knew?
Whom would you love?
Would you find your dearest,
most mysterious love?
Or would you just stay
in the circle of your own?
Would you rob, steal
or insult anyone?
Would you cry?
Burn your papers?
If the fabric of your future
shrank to one day,
or maybe just an hour?
Let's talk about living, then.
The next breath,
that will take you
to the next minute,
the next heartbeat.
Just about - now.

(c) 2008 by Maja Trochimczyk

The original version of this poem was published in October 2009, in the Clockwise Cat:  http://clockwisecat.blogspot.com/2009/10/two-poems-by-maja-trochimczyk.html

Memento Vitae - An International Translation Project

Memento Vitae

Let’s talk about dying,
The gasp of last breath.
The end - or maybe not,
We don’t know.

Let’s talk about the last day.
What would you do
If you knew?
Whom would you love?
Would you find your dearest,
Most mysterious love?
Or would you just stay
In the circle of your own?
Would you rob, steal
Or insult anyone?
Would you cry?
Burn your papers?
If the fabric of your future
Shrank to one day,
Or maybe an hour?

Let’s talk about living, then.
The next breath,
That will take you
To the next minute,
The next heartbeat.

Just about – now. 

(c) 2008 by Maja Trochimczyk

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My most recent project is publishing the same poem about living in the present in the greatest number of languages possible. Memento Vitae so far appeared in several publications in the original English. 

• "Memento Vitae" and "A Lesson for my Daughter" in the poetry column "Poetry Corner: Back to School Everyone" in The Voice of the Village monthly, vol. 3, no. 9, September 2012. 
• "Memento Vitae" posted in the Poetry Laurels blog, August, 14, 2012.
• "Memento Vitae" published in the journal Clockwise Cat, October 6, 2009.

However, when it was translated into Serbian by Dr. Mirjana Mataric and published in two venues in Serbia, I decided to spread the good news, and turn the poem into a project of remembrance and focus. The only happy people are those who live well, in the present, without regrets and without a turmoil of desires. My poem is a lesson in that. In Serbian it appeared in a literary journal Svenske and in a daily newspaper Vecernje Novosti in Belgrade, in July 2012.  

• "Memento Vitae" in Serbian translation by Dr. Mirjana N. Radovanov-Mataric, in Vecernje novosti (daily newspaper in Belgrade), 21 July 2012


• "Tulip Dust" in Serbian translation as "Prah lala," and four other poems ("Sierra," "Ganesha," "Memento Vitae" and "What I love in Poland") translated by Mirjana N. Mataric. SVESKE, God. 22, Knj. 104, June 2012. p. 29.

Only after the Serbian translation has proven to be such a big hit, I translated it into Polish, while Elizabeth Zapolska-Chappelle made a French version (reproduced below with the English), and Elsa Frausto, an Argentinian Californian of Slavic descent, has started to work on a Spanish version. 

Having a poem, any poem, picked for publication by a major national daily paper is a reason for celebration. And I'd like to celebrate it by spreading the news about this poem and its impact, as a reflection on the meaning of life and the universe and everything... Other translators are welcome. 
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POLISH TRANSLATION

Memento Vitae  

 

Mówmy o śmierci.

Twój ostatni oddech

To koniec – a może nie?

Nie wiesz nic.

Mówmy o ostatnim 
Dniu. Co byś zrobił

Gdybyś wiedział?

Kogo byś kochał?

Czy szukałbyś swej najmilszej,

Najgłębszej miłości?

A może byś został wśród bliskich

Których dobrze znasz?

Czy okradłbyś kogoś,

Obrabował, obraził?

Czy zacząłbyś rozpaczać?

Wrzucił listy w ogień?

Gdyby kanwa twej przyszłości

Znikła? I zostałby ci tylko 
Dzień? Lub godzina?

Mówmy więc o życiu.

Każdy oddech niesie cię 
W taniec minut, sekund. 
W rytm serca.

Właśnie tak.    

(c) 2008 by Maja Trochimczyk, translation (c) 2012 by Maja Trochimczyk

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FRENCH TRANSLATION

Memento Vitae

Et si l’on chantait la mort ?
Le bruit du dernier soupir ?
Est-il vraiment le dernier ?
Qui peut en être assuré…

Et si l’on chantait l’ultime jour ?
Comment serais-tu devenu
A l’annonce de son arrivée ?
Vers quel amour serais-tu allé ?
Vers le plus beau et l’inconnu,
Le plus mystérieux des amours ?
Ou vers celui qui t’accompagne
Depuis une éternité ?
Aurais-tu envie alors
De blesser, de voler quelqu’un ?
T’effondrerais-tu en larmes
Ou brûlerais-tu tes papiers ?
Si l’étoffe de ta vie entière
Se rétrécissait à un jour
Ou à une seule petite heure ?

Et si l’on chantait donc la vie ?
Avec le prochain soupir,
Qui te rapprochera 
De la minute qui vient ?
D’un cœur qui bat à nouveau?

Maintenant. Juste – maintenant.

Translated by Elisabeth Zapolska-Chapelle, September 2012. 

Published on Chopinwithcherries.blogspot.com, August 2012.