Shab-e Yalda For Orchestra

In a small town It is a cold and quiet evening There are no children playing in the streets People are gathering in their homes as the sun begins to set The beauty foreshadows the coming of a darkness The longest night of the year is upon us…. Yet in the homes there is chatter, food, and dance! Children run around playing The smell of sweets fills the air but no one is allowed to sleep Eye lids are heavy as darkness lurks Sleep is about to grab them as a ray of light burst across the horizon