All information about this concert: https://choralebahar.com/maulana/ 1.⁠ Néy Nâméh Lyrics: Molana Ǧalāl al-Dīn Muhammad Balkhi / Rûmî Vocalists: Sara Naeini, Nigina Amonqulova, Vahid Taj Composer and Conductor: Arash Fouladvand Orchestration Assistant: Asal Vaseghnia Choir: Bahar Choir Orchestra: Orchester Philharmonique de Paris-Est Production: Arash Fouladvand Academy Video by: Mohammad Reza Kalani La Maison de l'UNESCO, 7th & 8th June 2024 Ne Namem of Rumi; Masnavi Manavi; Book One: The Beginning Listen to this, as it complains of separation, it tells the story of the absence of the one who has taken me away. In my misery, men and women have lamented. Whoever remains far from his origin, seeks his own connection. I have lamented in every crowd, both the unfortunate and the happy. Now I have become a companion of those who are happy and those who are sad. I want a chest, a description, a description of separation, so that I can tell you the story of the pain of longing. Everyone became my friend because of their own suspicion. My secrets are not unclean from within me. My secret is not far from my moaning. But that light is not for the eyes and ears. It is not hidden from the soul and the soul from the body, but whoever sees it, the soul is not an order, it is fire, this is the call of the trumpet, and there is no wind. Whoever does not have this fire is not the wind. Fire is love, incense, the boiling of love, incense, the enemy, whoever cuts off its curtains. Our curtains are torn (*2) The days have passed, but there is no fear, you remain, O the one who is pure except you, whoever is satisfied with his water except the fish, whoever is without food, his day has come, break the chain, be free. Oh boy, how many strings of wire and gold can you tie? The jar of greedy eyes will not be filled until the oyster is satisfied. The door will not be filled. Whoever has his clothes torn by love, he is cleansed of greed and all defects. Rejoice, our happy love, the physician of all our causes. (*2) With your own lips, you are like me, you have said what you have said. Whoever has lost his tongue, he has become speechless, although he has a hundred melodies, how can he not care about love? He remains like a bird without wings. Oh, how intelligent I am, before and after. When there is no light, my friend, love will come before and after, and words will come out. The mirror was not sad. When there was a mirror, you know why it is not sad. Because rust is not distinguished from its shine. Break the bonds and be free, my son. How many are the bonds of wire and gold? The jar of greedy eyes is not filled until the oyster is. He was not satisfied, he was not filled. Whoever has his garment torn by love, he is cleansed of all greed and faults. Rejoice, O our longing love, O physician of all our causes.