پدر پدران – بیست‌و‌یک شعر برای پدرم / مجید نفیسی (۷)

The Father of Fathers

        Twenty-One Poems for My Father

Seven.

Baghbaderan Wine  

by

Majid Naficy

In Baghbaderan

Cherries had become ripe

But the air smelled unripe.

We were sitting by Zayandeh River

In the circle of your friends

With the murmur of water in our ears

And the play of dragonflies in our eyes

When you went to the prayer’s room

And the orchardman

Brought us a jug of wine.

It was the first time

That I drank wine:

Red and luscious.

With the first glass

I sat on a dragonfly’s wings

And flew to the foot of the waterfall.

With the second glass

I climbed the lasso of water

And reached the sky.

With the third glass

I sat on a wandering cloud

And travelled to the four corners of the world.

Then I saw you

Returning from God

With a question in your eyes

And a book in your hand

On “Harms of Alcohol”

And I hung my head.

I wish you had drunk

That wine too.

We would clink glasses,

Read Khayyam’s “Book of Noruz”

And praise the griffin

Who gave mankind

The seed of grapes.

Then we would roll up our pants,

Hold each other’s hands

And walk to cherry trees

Through the shallow water.

You would pick an earing of red cherries

And I would fearlessly reveal to you

That I drank beer for the first time

At age fourteen in Polonia Cafe.

And today I ask myself:

When will I have my first glass

With my son?

        March 5, 2000  

Poems

۱: Sword at the Ablution Pool, ۲:  In Temescal Canyon, ۳: Red earmuffs, ۴: Three Gifts, ۵:  Forgetfulness, ۶: That Hitler Moustache, ۷: Baghbaderan Wine, ۸: The Night