{"id":2419,"date":"2012-02-12T22:44:29","date_gmt":"2012-02-13T05:44:29","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/?p=2419"},"modified":"2013-03-21T11:37:21","modified_gmt":"2013-03-21T18:37:21","slug":"beyond-the-seas","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/?p=2419","title":{"rendered":"Beyond the Seas"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><div id=\"attachment_2422\" style=\"width: 310px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/Mehmooni.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2422\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/Mehmooni-300x292.jpg\" alt=\"Mehmooni\" title=\"Mehmooni\" width=\"300\" height=\"292\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-2422\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/Mehmooni-300x292.jpg 300w, https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/Mehmooni.jpg 700w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2422\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Mehmooni<\/p><\/div><br \/>\nA class at Stanford brought up many memories from the distant past.  Memory is selective.   I have rejected much that I did not care to remember and I have romanticized what I wanted to remember.<\/p>\n<p>Professor Khalessi has a passion for his material.  His hands move like a conductor when he reads a verse and the light in his eyes reflects his joy.  We are studying <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Sohrab_Sepehri\" title=\"Sohrab Sepehri\" target=\"_blank\">Sohrab Sepehri<\/a>, the Iranian poet and painter.  I have just joined the class and have far to go to master these profound works. <\/p>\n<p>Sepehri brings me back to my childhood.  My dad used to communicate to me in poetry. When he wanted to convey an important idea, I had to get it through a poem. He wrote in the calligraphic style called <em>khatte shekasteh.<\/em>  I had to read the letters many times just to unravel the words. Compared to that, this class seems easy because Professor Khalessi is there to help. <\/p>\n<p>The poetry makes me reflect on my roots and how I have changed.  Sepehri writes about freeing oneself from the distractions of the world to develop the human spirit.  He emphasizes an appreciation of nature and a serene view of life.  His words lead me on an introspection into my own identity, and help me to separate what is important from what is not. The simplicity, the humanity, the tenderness and wisdom in these poems embraces me and warms me to the point that I am overwhelmed. <\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_2451\" style=\"width: 510px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/Chafinury.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-2451\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/02\/Chafinury-e1329111193573.jpg\" alt=\"Shafinury\" title=\"Shafinury\" width=\"500\" height=\"281\" class=\"size-full wp-image-2451\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-2451\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Shafinury and  Tehranosaurus<\/p><\/div>\n<p>A performance Friday night at Stanford&#8217;s Cubberley Auditorium was a perfect complement to reading Sepehri&#8217;s poetry.<br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/faredshafinury.com\/bio.html\" title=\"Fared Shafinury\" target=\"_blank\">Fared Shafinury<\/a>, the Iranian-American musician, performed with his band <em>Tehranosaurus.<\/em> The room was packed.  Shafinury\u2019s work blends the traditional Iranian musical system called <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Musical_radif\" target=\"_blank\">radiff<\/a> with contemporary Western forms. He plays the delicate ancient instrument, the <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Setar\" title=\"setar\" target=\"_blank\">setar<\/a>, with virtuosity.  His singing style is romantic,  with unexpected pushes of energy from the percussive rhythm of the tombak and dohol .  The fusion between the classical Iranian compositions and indie rock brings new urgency to the ancient forms.<\/p>\n<p>Shafinury talked to the audience about the feelings underlying his song \u201cBani Adam\u201d which is based on a poem by <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Saadi_%28poet%29\" title=\"Saadi\" target=\"_blank\">Saadi<\/a> from his <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Gulistan_of_Sa%27di\" title=\"Gulistan\" target=\"_blank\">Gulistan<\/a>.<br \/>\nThis well-known verse is displayed at the entrance of the United Nations Hall of Nations:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Human beings are members of a whole,<br \/>\nIn creation of one essence and soul.<br \/>\nIf one member is afflicted with pain,<br \/>\nOther members uneasy will remain.<br \/>\nIf you have no sympathy for human pain,<br \/>\nThe name of human you cannot retain.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Four hundred years after Saadi, <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/John_Donne\" title=\"John Donne\" target=\"_blank\">John Donne<\/a> expressed a remarkably similar sentiment in his famous <a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikisource.org\/wiki\/Meditation_XVII\" title=\"Meditation XVII\" target=\"_blank\">Meditation XVII:<\/a><\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nNo man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend&#8217;s or of thine own were: any man&#8217;s death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>These ideas remain just as relevant today amid the world&#8217;s many conflicts.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"166\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"http:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F28727731&#038;show_artwork=true\"><\/iframe><br \/>\n\u201cBeyond the seas,There is another land; Its windows open to the virtues of lights; On its roofs, doves constantly stare-at the soar of human mind<br \/>\nIts children walk, with their backpacks full of faith, hope and trust.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I should not miss my next class as I have a long way to go.<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>\nBeyond the Seas<br \/>\nI\u2019ll put up a boat,<br \/>\nand set it free off the shore.<br \/>\nI\u2019ll let it take me away-from this eerie land,<br \/>\nwhere nobody calls up the sleeping heroes-<br \/>\nfrom their long, lonely trance.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll put up a boat,<br \/>\nand set it free off the shore;<br \/>\na boat with no net, a boat with no seine,<br \/>\nwith my heart cleansed of wish for pearl.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll sail away on the tides.<br \/>\nI\u2019ll sing all along the ride.<\/p>\n<p>Neither the blues of the deeps,<br \/>\nNor the mermaids, the natives of the seas,<br \/>\nshall captivate me-from my solitary glide.<br \/>\nI\u2019ll move on with pride.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll sail away on the tides,<br \/>\nI\u2019ll sing all along the ride:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI\u2019ll leave this eerie land behind;<br \/>\nin this land,Truth is forsaken, set aside,<br \/>\nhere, no man recalls- how their heroes died,<br \/>\nhere, of woman all but silence is denied.<br \/>\nI did not see a torch.<br \/>\nI did not see a loch.<\/p>\n<p>I shall sail away-<br \/>\nfor I am tired of the reign of opaque, thick panes,<br \/>\nI am longing for the crystal verse-<br \/>\nof an open space\u201d.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll sail away on the tides;<br \/>\nI\u2019ll sing all along the ride:<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBeyond the seas,<br \/>\nThere is another land;<br \/>\nIts windows open to the virtues of lights;<br \/>\nOn its roofs, doves constantly stare-at the soar of human mind<br \/>\nIts children walk, with their backpacks full of faith, hope and trust.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBeyond the seas,<br \/>\nThere is another land.<br \/>\nPeople there, they care:<br \/>\nfor the call of a gentle hill,<br \/>\nfor the feel of a brief dream.<br \/>\nIts soil listens to the song of your soul.<br \/>\nIts breeze, spreads in air-the full flavour of flight.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cBeyond the seas,<br \/>\nThere is another land;<br \/>\nIts dawn is weightless, vast and white,<br \/>\nwith the freshness of  a bird\u2019 first flight.<br \/>\nIts poets are heirs of water, wind and light.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Beyond the seas,<br \/>\nThere is another land:<\/p>\n<p>I shall put up a boat,<br \/>\nI will put up a boat.<\/p>\n<p>By: Sohrab Sepehri<br \/>\nTranslation: Maryam Dilmaghani, September 2007, Montreal.\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\r\n\t<div style=\"\">\r\n\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-count=\"vertical\" data-text=\"Beyond the Seas\" data-url=\"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/?p=2419\" >Tweet<\/a>\r\n\t<\/div>\r\n\t<script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"http:\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\"><\/script>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A class at Stanford brought up many memories from the distant past. 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