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hila sedighi — poem for oppressed students of iran

December 14, 2009 :: Tags: :: Comment

in general, i have avoided iranian politics all my life. partly, because it is the safest thing to do; and partly because as a child i learned it is best to shut my mouth for the fear of retaliation against myself and/or my family. to be honest, i am even a bit hesitant writing some of my thoughts here. one thing my recent trip to iran (after 32 years) taught me is that plus ca change, plus c’est la meme chose. in iran of today, as iran of 32 years ago, your voice is veiled.

but the voice of hila sedighi, through her poems and the voice of the iranian youth through their marches, leading to the green movement are not so veiled. in fact, they help amplify the hushed voice of others like me. hence, this posting.

the green movement in iran is impressive. whether mir hussein moussavi is the right person or not, is a separate story (the little i know of him, i am not impressed). the green movement also showed us the helplessness of the iranian youth, facing a regime not reluctant to use force against them. president obama’s response to the iranian student movement was lame at best.

anyways, i shut up before i get others in trouble, while i am in the comfort of my chicago home. i let hila’s poem does the talking and do the feeling. the english translation helps, but does absolutely no justice to the beauty of hila’s poem. she is an intelligent, daring young woman with mesmerizing beauty. enjoy hila sedighi’s poem.

jan. 13, 2010 addition: i just found the transcription of the poem in a blog called persian2english, as well as its translation, credited to “tour irani.” i do not particularly die for the word “persian” but alas….thanks to persian2english.com.

The Class is Empty without Your Presence
By: Hila Sedighi

It is a rainy autumn day.
The sky is about to burst
into tears
as if a cloud
is kneeling to pray
to the summer’s heat.

The school smells of the alphabet
The bells ring loud to declare our first recess

Our unsanctioned laughter and our naive joy
was met with constant rage and slander
These were our youth days!

It is autumn and the school re-opens.
I am filled with moments and memories in this classroom where you are no more.
I sit there at your desk that is topped with perished flower petals.

It is autumn and I am so full of rain
It is autumn and I am so full of rain
I am imprisoned by my own rage.

What a beautiful tomorrow we dreamed of
It is all in vain now.

What great times and what dreams we passed
searching for a re-awakening.

Me and you!
We were the generation that was not allowed to fly.

Me and you!
We were the generation that could not fly!

Enslaved in the claws of the vulture-
the same falcon who shot you in front of my eyes, with its sharp claws!
The same falcon who shot you in front of my eyes with its sharp claws!

All our dreams died,
and separated our hands of friendship.

You drank the poison of death,
and you left me suddenly.

I now swear to to the tears that roll down a mother’s face
And I swear to our eternal ideas
And I swear to each drop of blood of love
And I swear to the burning hearts in chains
My heart shattered in a hundred pieces that fell to the ground
The sorrow cut my heart into a hundred pieces.

Tell me
Tell me if you are happy where you are.

Are you free in the other world?
Do yo still remember our younger years?
Do you still love your country?


Tell me, are there no perverts where you are?
Is the fate of trees indebted to axes?
Do they not steal your conscious over there?
Do they not rape your pride over there?


Are there signs of unknown graves where you are?
Do you hear the cries of the mothers?

Recite with me, recite with me
We shared our pains, our generation, and our way
Recite my poem with sorrow and sigh

it is the beginning of autumn
The sky is about to burst into tears

I am left with an empty chair where you used to sit
I am left with an empty chair where you used to sit
And the perished flowers on your desk.

Thanks a million to Tour Irani for translation

here is the text in farsi. would love to hear nami sing it.

شعری زیبا و پرشور از هیلا صدیقی تقدیم به تمامی شهدای سبز به خصوص دانشجویان شهید راه آزادی … ما بیشماریم…
هوا بارانی است و فصل پاییز/ گلوی آسمان از بغض لبریز//
به سجده آمده ابری که انگار/ شد ه از داغ تابستانه سر ریز//
هوای مدرسه بوی الفبا/ صدای زنگ اول محکم و تیز//
جزای خنده های بی مجوز/ و شادیها و تفریحات ناچیز//
برای نوجوانی ها ی ما بود / فرود خشم و تهمت های یکریز//
رسیده اول مهر و درونم / پر است از لحظه های خاطرانگیز//
کلاس درس خالی مانده از تو / من و گلهای پزمرده سرمیز//
هوا پاییزی و بارانی ام من / درون خشم خود زندانی ام من //
چه فردای خوشی را خواب دیدیم / تمام نقشه ها بر آب دیدیم //
چه دورانی چه رویای عبوری / چه جستن ها به دنبال ظهوری //
من و تو نسل بی پرواز بودیم / اسیر پنجه های باز بودیم //
همان بازی که با تیغ سر انگشت/ به پیش چشمهای من تو را کشت //
تمام آرزو ها را فنا کرد / دو دست دوستیمان را جدا کرد //
تو جام شوکران را سر کشیدی / به ناگه از کنارم پر کشیدی//
به دانه دانه اشک مادرانه / به آن اندیشه های جاودانه //
به قطره قطره خون عشق سوگند / به سوز سینه های مانده در بند//
دلم صد پاره شد بر خاک افتاد / به قلیم از غمت صد چاک افتاد //
بگو ـ بگو آنچا که رفتی شاد هستی / در آن سوی حیاط آزاد هستی //
هوای نوجوانی خاطرت هست / هنوزم عشق میهن در سرت هست //
بگو آنجا که رفتی هرزه ای نیست / تبر تقدیر سرو و سبزه ای نیست //
کسی دزد شعورت نیست آنجا / تجاوز به غرورت نیست آنجا//
خبر از گورهای بی نشان هست / صدای زجه های مادران هست//
بخوا ن همدرد من هم نسل و همراه / بخوان شعر مرا با حسرت و آه //
دوباره اول مهر است و پاییز / گلوی آسمان از بغض لبریز//
من و میزی که خالی مانده از تو / و گلهایی که پزمرده سر میز //

president obama’s nobel prize acceptance speech

December 10, 2009 :: Tags: :: Comment

what a great speech. one more time we are looked upon highly in the world stage.

i love president obama. i enjoy watching him talk, and listening to him. music to my ear. he is humble, smart, gentlemanly, and genuine. now, i hope he accomplishes the goals he has set for himself and our country.

happy thanksgiving …. and thanks to you…

November 26, 2009 :: Comment

turkey 2009no secret that thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. we had smoked turkey today. a small one, but delicious. as shitty as 2009 has been, there are still a lot of things i can thank for. mainly thanks to my audiophile friends, customers, and audiogoners for their support during 2009. thanks to my family for making our visit to iran so wonderful and memorable. thanks to other cartridge manufacturers and distributors who embraced me. thanks to those who taught me things i never learnt while completing two graduate business degrees, and after over 25 years in dog eat dog corporate america – mainly the extent of human greed and betrayal demonstrated through their actions. thanks to hartmut of amazon, hans of musical affairs, hans henrik ,moerch, jolanda and peter of davinci audio, roger of RCM Audio, tri mai of triplanar tonerams, bob graham, kent and joe of pass labs, shahin of EMM labs, ming of verdier, yoshi of sakura systems, ralph, HRX, nordost, wadia and wavac folks, tom evans, peter of soundsmith, stig of lyra, stan klyne, and more. thanks to the ZYX distributors who still support me and respect what i had/have done. thanks to the customers who supported me so much on audiogon, through their postings, and through their phone calls to me. thanks to robin wyatt, jerry seigel. and thom mackris. thanks to my louisiana customers turned spiritual friends in their own way. thanks to chris brady, todd and jason. thanks to frank schroeder whose beautiful tone-arm i have been waiting for a long, long time. thanks to dennis remmer, linden park, dr. richard weiner. thanks to jonathan carr of lyra who knows well that even though i may one day again become his best competitor, is still willing to help. thanks to roger gordon for being there. thanks to corkey – what a good friend he has become. thanks to arthur salvatore for his candidness and neutrality as well as teachings – to me, and the audio community. thanks to doug and paul for their tough love and more. thanks to SORA for being SORA. daddy gives his life for him. thanks to nami who has all SORA’s love and my admiration. thanks to many others who probably prefer it if i do not name them here.  happy thanksgiving all…..