Majid and Azad 1989
Cold and tough,
You were climbing down my chest,
And your legs were pounding against my waist ,
As if, with your small hands,
You wanted to take my hollow cliff with you
Into the valley of nowhere.
I was standing, asking myself:
“Is he complaining of separation?”
Next time,
When we smile at each other,
Climb up from my waist
And let your head rest on my chest.
I want you, O novice mountain climber,
To make me a proud cliff.
Majid Naficy
May 30, 1990
كوهنورد نوپا
سرد و سخت
از سينه ام پائين مي رفتي
و پا بر كمرگاهم مي كوبيدي
انگار مي خواستي با دستان كوچكت
اين صخره ي پوكي را كه منم
با خود به دره ي ناكجا بكشاني.
ايستاده بودم و از خود مي پرسيدم:
"آيا دارد از جدايي ها شكايت مي كند؟"
بار ديگر
وقتي بيكديگر لبخند مي زنيم
از كمرگاهم بالا بيا
و سرت را بر سينه ام بگذار.
مي خواهم اي كوهنورد نوپا
از من صخره اي مغرور بسازي.
مجید نفیسی
۳۰ مه ۱۹۹۰
What a beautiful poem, and a beautiful pictur.
Good for you Majid.