New Naqqali
The Blind Owl · scene 77 of 77 · part two

The old man vanishes into the mist with the jar

He wakes as if from long sleep in his former room at dawn with a rooster crowing, and the Ragha jar is gone. A laughing hunchback with a wrapped jar slips out the door and down the misty alley, leaving him bloody, crawling with worms and wasp-flies, a dead weight on his chest.

Scene 77 of The Blind Owl, The old man vanishes into the mist with the jar: ink-and-wash drawing
Lines
P210.L01–P211.L13
Where
his room; the alley in mist
Who
narrator; the hunchbacked old man
Kind
action · Core scene
Echoes
Scene 18: The old man under the cypress offers his hearse, Scene 22: The spreading bloodstain, Scene 23: Gift of the jar in the cemetery, Scene 64: Buying the jar from the junk dealer

Who and what is here

For the illustration From a window, a hunched old man with a wrapped jar disappearing into the alley mist.

The text of the scene

Sadegh Hedayat’s Persian beside our literal English, line by line.

P210.L01

از شدت اضطراب مثل این بود که از خواب عمیق و طولانی بیدار شده باشم!

From the intensity of my anxiety, it was as though I had awakened from a deep and lengthy sleep!

P210.L02

چشمهایم را مالاندم. در همان اطاق سابق خودم بودم.

I rubbed my eyes. I was in my same former room.

P210.L03

تاریک‌روشن بود و ابر و میغ روی شیشه‌ها را گرفته بود. بانگ خروس از دور شنیده می‌شد.

It was half-light, and cloud and mist covered the windowpanes. A rooster’s crow could be heard from far away.

P210.L04

در منقل روبرویم گلهای آتش تبدیل به خاکستر سرد شده بود و به‌یک فوت بند بود.

In the brazier before me the glowing embers had become cold ash and hung upon a single puff of breath.

P210.L05

حس کردم که افکارم مثل گلهای آتش پوک و خاکستر شده بود و به‌یک فوت بند بود.

I felt that my thoughts, like the glowing embers, had become hollow and ashen and hung upon a single puff of breath.

P211.L01

اولین چیزی که جستجو کردم گلدان راغه بود که در قبرستان از پیرمرد کالسکه‌چی گرفته بودم؛ ولی گلدان روبروی من نبود.

The first thing I searched for was the Ragha vase that I had taken from the old carriage driver in the cemetery; but the vase was not before me.

P211.L02

نگاه کردم دیدم دم در یک نفر با سایه خمیده ...، نه، این شخص یک پیرمرد قوزی بود که سر و رویش را با شال گردن پیچیده بود

I looked and saw by the door someone with a bent shadow ... no, this person was a hunchbacked old man who had wrapped his head and face in a scarf

P211.L03

و چیزی را به‌شکل کوزه از دستمال چرکی بسته زیر بغلش گرفته بود.

and was holding under his arm something shaped like a jar, wrapped in a dirty handkerchief.

P211.L04

خنده خشک و زننده‌ای می‌کرد که مو به تن آدم راست می‌ایستاد.

He was giving a dry, grating laugh that made the hair on a person’s body stand on end.

P211.L05

همین که خواستم از جایم بلند شوم از در اطاق بیرون رفت.

Just as I wanted to rise from my place, he went out through the door of the room.

P211.L06

من بلند شدم، خواستم به‌دنبالش بدوم و آن کوزه، آن دستمال بسته را از او بگیرم؛ ولی پیرمرد با چالاکی مخصوصی دور شده بود.

I got up; I wanted to run after him and take that jar, that wrapped handkerchief, from him; but the old man had gone away with a particular nimbleness.

P211.L07

من برگشتم پنجره روبه‌کوچه اطاقم را باز کردم؛

I returned and opened the window of my room facing the alley;

P211.L08

هیکل خمیده پیرمرد را در کوچه دیدم که شانه‌هایش از شدت خنده می‌لرزید و آن دستمال بسته را زیر بغلش گرفته بود،

I saw the old man’s bent figure in the alley, his shoulders trembling from the force of his laughter, holding that wrapped handkerchief beneath his arm,

P211.L09

افتان و خیزان می‌رفت تا اینکه به‌کلی پشت مه ناپدید شد.

going along stumbling and rising until he disappeared completely behind the mist.

P211.L10

من برگشتم به‌خودم نگاه کردم.

I turned back and looked at myself.

P211.L11

دیدم لباسم پاره، سرتاپایم آلوده به خون دلمه‌شده بود؛

I saw that my clothes were torn, and from head to foot I was stained with clotted blood;

P211.L12

دو مگس زنبور طلایی دورم پرواز می‌کردند و کرمهای سفید کوچک روی تنم درهم می‌لولیدند،

two golden wasp-flies were flying around me and little white worms were writhing together over my body,

P211.L13

و وزن مرده‌ای روی سینه‌ام فشار می‌داد.

and the weight of a dead person was pressing upon my chest.

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