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.
Note: Ezzat Tabaian, the poet’s wife, was executed on January 7, 1982 in Evin Prison and buried in a mass grave in the Infedles Cemetery in Tehran. To read more about her, please click here.
Copyright 2004 Majid Naficy
Majid Naficy is the author of many books in English and in Persian, including Father & Son, published by Red Hen. .