Gol-e Sad Barg – Concert Film of Shahram Nazeri, Keykhosrow Pournazeri and Jalal Zolfonun

Gol-e Sad Barg concert

Vocals: Shahram Nazeri
Tanbur: Keykhosrow Pournazeri
Setar: Jalal Zolfonun
Tanbur: Ali Akbar Moradi
Setar: Mohammad Firouzi
Daf: Bijan Kamkar

The last 12 minutes of this concert belong to the album Gol-e Sad Barg, and the first part is like the performance at UC Berkeley. Online, however, this performance has become known as the Gol-e Sad Barg concert.

The concert opens with the Kurdish kalam “Yavaran Mastem”. Its original text appears on the Persian version of this page.

***

My heart is heavy, and the sight of you is my cure;
without the colour of your face, the world is my prison.
May no heart and no body ever bear
what the grief of your absence lays upon my soul.

O love, I have called down trouble on myself,
for in longing I have asked for you.
Do not fall short, for I have asked for you in prayer;
why, then, have I prayed for my own trouble?

In my eyes there are tears in place of sleep,
for I am in haste to see you.
They say: sleep, and you will see him in a dream.
O you who know nothing, where is there room for sleep in me?

Your love is the trouble of my dervish heart;
it will not turn stranger, for it is my own kin.
I said I would travel and flee from grief;
at every stage, your grief goes on before me.

O friend, accept me and take my life;
make me drunk and take me from both worlds.
Whatever my heart finds rest in without you,
set fire to me and take that from me.

***

Give up your schemes, O lover: go mad, go mad!
Enter the heart of the fire: become a moth, become a moth!
Make yourself a stranger, lay your house in ruins,
then come and share a house with the lovers, share a house!
Go, wash your breast seven times clean of all grudges,
then be the cup for the wine of love, the cup!
You must become all soul to be worthy of the Beloved;
if you are going to the drunken, go drunken, go drunken!

O minstrel with the lute, are you drunker or am I?
Before a drunkard like you, my spells are but a tale.
I left my house, and a drunkard came towards me;
in his every glance lay a hundred gardens and palaces.
Like a ship without an anchor he lurched this way and that,
and a hundred wise and learned men had died of envy of him.
I said: Where are you from? He laughed and said: O soul,
half of me is from Turkestan, half from Ferghana;
half of me is water and clay, half soul and heart;
half of me is the sea's shore, and half is all pearls.
I said: Be my companion, for I am your kin.
He said: I do not know kin from stranger.

***

To share a tongue is kinship and a bond;
a friend among strangers is like a prisoner.
Many a Hindu and a Turk share a tongue;
many a pair of Turks are like strangers.
So the tongue of intimacy is another thing:
to share a heart is better than to share a tongue.

***

Little by little the company of the drunken arrives;
little by little the worshippers of wine arrive.
The heart-soothers, the full of grace, are on their way;
the rose-cheeked arrive from the rose garden.
Little by little, from this world of being and not-being,
those who were not have gone and those who are arrive.
I fell silent, for the table of the unseen has come:
here come the beauties with water for the hands.

If you would like us to keep going, we would be glad to have your support alongside Khosoosi.
https://hamibash.com/khosousi

Get the Android version of the Khosoosi app here:
https://khosousi.com/android

Get the iOS version of the Khosoosi app here:
https://khosousi.com/apple-ios

To download this and other performances, visit the Khosoosi website or Telegram channel:
https://khosousi.com
https://instagram.com/Khosousii
http://telegram.me/Khosousi
https://facebook.com/Khosousi