Duración:05:35 Vistos:52836 veces
Descripción:A classic Persian song - in which the singer is describing his longing for and his devotion to his (spiritual) love.
The paintings are by renowned Iranian painter, maestro Farshchian: www.farshchianart.com
The lyrics are by Iranian scientist, philosopher and poet Sheikh Bahaii (1546-~1620 A.D.)
Voice by Abdolhossein Mokhtabad (Iranian singer)
A translation of the lyrics (by M. Dilmaghani): -----
So long, in plead of unison with thee
my eyelids are drowned in the deluge of tear.
So long, in plead of unison with thee,
Thou, the sole beloved!
The arrow of thy sorrow pierced all lovers' heart...
For how long, how long shall we be kept apart?
We are countless, all occupied by thy thought
Helas! thou be'est concealed of our sight.
Thou, the sole beloved!
The bird found thy fine face in every turf
The butterfly enlightened in core of the flame
The mystic recognized thy essence
In every scene and each face.
It means that one can see thee at every glance,
In every instance.
It means that I am not mad that I knock every door,
I knock every door.
In every sea I dive, thou be'est the sole host.
In every route I walk, thy shine is the lone light,
In the tavern and mosque thou be'est the only Lord,
Thou be'est the only Lord.
Thou be'est the destination, thou be'est the pledge.
The reason is thee when I wander drunk,
The reason is thee when I meet with the monk,
The reason is thee when I am praying in the mosque.
They are all pleas and thou be'est the pledge.
Thou be'est the sole pledge.
The reason is thee when I wander drunk,
The reason is thee when I meet with the monk,
The reason is thee when I am praying in the mosque.
They are all pleas and thou be'est the pledge.
Thou be'est the sole pledge.
Lyrics in Persian: -----------------------
تا کی به تمنای وصال تو یگانه
اشکم شود از هر مژه چون سیل روانه
خواهد که سرآید غم هجران تو یا نه
ای تیره غمت را دل عشاق نشانه
جمعی به تو مشغول و تو غایب زمیانه
رفتم به در صومعه عابد و زاهد
دیدم همه را پیش رخت راکع و ساجد
در میکده رهبانم و در صومعه عابد
گه معتکف دیرم و گه ساکن مسجد
یعنی که تو را می طلبم خانه به خانه
روزی که برفتند حریفان پی هر کار
زاهد سوی مسجد شد و من جانب خمار
من یار طلب کردم و او جلوه گه یار
حاجی به ره کعبه و من طالب دیدار
او خانه همی جوید و من صاحب خانه
هر در که زنم صاحب آن خانه تویی تو
هر جا که روم پرتو کاشانه تویی تو
در میکده و دیر که جانانه تویی تو
مقصود من از کعبه و بتخانه تویی تو
مقصود تویی ...کعبه و بتخانه بهانه
بلبل به چمن زان گل رخسار نشان دید
پروانه در آتش شد و اسرار عیان دید
عارف صفت روی تو در پیر و جوان دید
یعنی همه جا عکس رخ یار توان دید
دیوانه منم ..من که روم خانه به خانه
عاقل به قوانین خرد راه تو پوید
دیوانه برون از همه آئین تو جوید
تا غنچهء بشکفتهء این باغ که بوید
هر کس به بهانی صفت حمد تو گوید
بلبل به غزل خوانی و قمری به ترانه
بیچاره بهایی که دلش زار غم توست
هر چند که عاصی است ز خیل خدم توست
امید وی از عاطفت دم به دم توست
تقصیر "خیالی" به امید کرم توست
یعنی که گنه را به از این نیست بهانه
"شیخ بهایی"
Duración:06:51 Vistos:42090 veces
Descripción:Tarikhe Ma * Our History
You can download the MP3 file from here:
http://rapidshare.com/files/89079242/Tarikh-e-Ma.mp3
ENGLISH TRANSLATION
We are the generation of after the revolution. Many of us where not there. But we didn't read the history in the regime's history book of schools with only lies. If the past is the light of the future, than we have to read the history in the book of the upstanding people.
We will review the history, its 1978, the fire is burning in every people. The fire of angry people that bring an end to the dictatorial monarchy regime. The regime that is destroying the humans. Let me talk about the freedom lovers, those who give their live, for freedom and human rights. But the primitive clerics, those who suppressed the people and preach at mosques and said only things that the king (shah) want; They came to hijack the revolution.
Its 1979, the king has runaway. But the primitive, most anti human person, Khomeini the devil, has come to Mehrabad Airport. They ask him 'want is his feelings', and he say 'nothing'. Normally, when he only have eat and sleep, not suffered anything, when the other persons were struggling, he has sitting in a corner, and now he's surfing on the people's revolution, normally that he doesn't have feelings.
The political time, the time of revelations, in street young people with newspapers, posters, and books, are breaking of the primitive objectives the mullahs. But they (mullahs) start attacking the young people, they say that they must have the hejab. They attack people every, every day.
This is our history. The true story of Iran. The future is ours, that's the believe of struggling peoples.
The true generation of the revolution is still standing, with bled in heart, but open mind. They are using the last drops of freedom. They say the party of knifes (Islamic Republic Party) must go to the middle ages.
1981, on 20 June, at the pacific protest, Khomeini gave the right to his force to fire on the people to kill them. It's not possible to talk anymore, the only option: Army Struggle.
1982, the anti-Iran war has begin since a long time. Khomeini wants to throw all the freed energy, all the knowledge in the war with the neighbor.
1983 -- 1984, the devil regime thinks that he can with torture and execution, execution of 10 or 100 people at the same time, bring an end to this struggle for freedom.
1985 -- 1986, the end of the war is nearby.
1987, the liberation army of Iran brings new light for freedom.
This is our history. The true story of Iran. The future is ours, that's the believe of struggling peoples.
1988, we have to go, to bring an end to the 8 year machine war of the regime. The devil drinks the poison.
1989, the devil Khomeini dead and go to the hell. Someone other come as his place, a brainless, a preacher, Khamenei.
1990 -- 1991, after the drinking of the poison, the end of the regime is nearby. But the Kuwait war give him new live. Let me talk about Rafsanjani, who say about himself that he's the leader of construction. Lie! He's the leader of losers and destruction. He steals everything of the people in 8 year power.
This is our history. The true story of Iran. The future is ours, that's the believe of struggling peoples.
Now 1997, a new wolf with turban and beard, the fascist, he wants the opposition in the list (of terrorist organization). He says that he's a reformist, and want talks between cultures, and thinks like that. And again the only slogan is from the resistance of Iran that say that 'a viper give never birth to a dove'. Death to Khatami become the slogan of the people.
Finally we arrive to today. The victory is nearby, the face of the devil is revealed to everyone. Ahmady, no Antary (monkey) Nejad has come and he is the last pawn of the regime, and is also now checkmate.
People, hand in hand, don't let them breathe anymore. Come, old and young, unite, and bring an end to the devil regime.
People, hand in hand, don't let them breathe anymore. Come, old and young, unite, and bring an end to the devil regime.
This is our history. The true story of Iran. The victory is ours, that's the believe of struggling peoples.
Victory, Victory, Victory, ...
