جشن بزرگ – شعری از مجید نفیسی

Great Feast

By Majid Naficy

In Memory of Ezzat Tabaian

Yesterday, December 15, 2020 Mama Zahra, Ezzat’s mother left us in Isfahan. She did not see justice, but she believed she will see Ezzat after death. M. N.

Will we see each other again?

Under the tall, evergreen cypress

Near the river that never dries out

The table has been set

And the scent of heavenly fruit is intoxicating.

Who will fill our glasses with red wine?

My heart overflows with joy.

The breeze is playing the “Green All Green” sonata

Through the cypress branches.

It’s time to start the dance.

Our solitude is an illusion.

You are still twenty-four years old

And my moustache is fully black.

Hold my hand.

The guests are all waiting.

Death, like a weary actress 

Has gone behind the stage

To take off her black dress

And put on her lounging gown.

The play is over

And the guests are all at the table.

I no longer wish to know

What you went through at the last moment of your life

Or what was the last word you uttered.

Our separation has been only an illusion.

Hold up your glass.

The host is pouring wine

The great feast has started.

I want to see you again 

And I am ready to pay

Whatever the host asks.

                        August 18, 2004