پدر پدران – بیست‌و‌یک شعر برای پدرم / مجید نفیسی (۱۲)

The Father of Fathers

        Twenty-One Poems for My Father

Twelve.

The Soul Bird of Father  

        By Majid Naficy

My sister has sent me a little bird.

Its feathers are white and embellished in arabesque.

Presently it sits in front of my father’s photo

Unaware of his death and my grief.

I extend my hand to pick it up from the ledge.

It flies away from my reach as  birds  do

And says: “Do not separate me from my beloved.

I became his soul bird when he left from amongst us.”

Startled by the magic of art

I praise my sister with all my heart

Who has created with her small hands 

The bird of the soul of our gentle father.

        February 10, 2008 

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, ۹: Visiting the Moon, ۱۰: Secret, ۱۱:  A Red Rose for My Father, ۱۲: The Soul Bird of Father