Azad in Dubai
My son Azad has gone to Dubai
With Zhu, one of his artists.
I tell him: “Go to Khalifa Tower
And see if from its roof
You can spot the lights of Iran.”
He was born in Santa Monica
And every day I took him to the beach
To tell him the tales of Sinbad the Sailor.
Now he has gone to the Persian Gulf
And I remain in Santa Monica.
May he sit by the Gulf
And cry on my behalf.
Majid Naficy
December 4, 2017
آزاد در دُبی
پسرم آزاد به دُبی رفته
با "زو" یکی از هنرمندانش.
به او می‌گویم: "به برجِ خلیفه برو
و ببین می‌توانی از بامش
چراغهای ایران را رصد کنی."
او در سانتا مونیکا زاده شد
و من او را هر روز به ساحل می‌بردم
تا برایش از سندبادِ بحری بگویم.
اکنون او به خلیج فارس رفته
و من در سانتا مونیکا مانده‌ام.
ایکاش کنار خلیج بنشیند
و به‌جای من بگرید.
مجید نفیسی
چهارم دسامبر دوهزار‌و‌هفده
Fom Soraya: "This was so touching, i hope that one day you too can make it all the way to zayandeh rood. Be well."
From American poet Naomi Shihab Nye: "Oh! BEAUTIFUL!!!!! Last night my father was crying in my dreams for Jerusalem. Jerusalem belongs only to TIME! Not to any persons or countries. Such a delusion."
From Shadi: "I published this poem in my facebook and with some friends in Telegram. Reading this poem could break the heats....such cas me to cry."
From Hugh Mann, poet and Physician:
"Thanks, Majid. Very good. Tender and poignant with irony.
Best regards,
Hugh"