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Save loving-kindness
What is in this magical word Shiraz that makes everyone sit up and take notice?

 

July 18, 2005
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When Darius Kadivar - whom I knew through his work, but had never met before - walked towards me as I passed through the gates of the cemetery and according to the Iranian custom gave me a kiss on both cheeks greeting me by my name, I was sure the taxi had driven me to the right place. He introduced me to his mother Jeannette, his sister Sylvie-Roya, a friend of the family having just arrived from Shiraz and a group of Iranians who knew his late father from their student days in Paris in the 1950s. A few minutes later following others, I took my turn standing by the edge of an open grave, throwing freshly picked rose petals onto the coffin of a Shirazi surgeon Dr. Kayomars Rouhollah Kadivar who died in exile in France on 4 July at the age of 75.

On that beautiful sunny 11 July day, abounding with flowers, the discreet number of mourners had assembled in Le Chesnay cemetery near Versailles to pay their respects to a beloved husband, an affectionate father, and a dear friend. And I who had never met Dr. Kadivar during his life had travelled from Paris to just be there beside his son, my dear friend Cyrus. I had come to offer him my emotional support at a time of a painful loss unmindful of the verity that when you come with all the sincere intentions to give, you leave with your cup running over with the fullness of what you have received. In this case, the content of my cup had the distinct aroma and flavour of that quintessential Iranian city, the world capital of poetry.

Eulogies were recited during the ceremony before the burial. Each time the name of Shiraz or Hafiz was mentioned, my attention was drawn to the fresh tears welling up in the eyes of the French born Mrs. Kadivar. These two magic names it seemed reminded her of two objects of devotion that were sacred to her late husband. And I too as an Iranian standing there in that gathering amongst French, English and Canadians felt a great sense of pride with every reference to Hafiz’s beloved birthplace.

What after all is in this magical word Shiraz that makes everyone sit up and take notice? Is it the poetry, the wine or the fabulous gardens? Is it Shiraz’s proximity to the ruins of Persepolis or Cyrus’s tomb in Pasargad awakening in us a reverence for the roots of our civilized humanity? What is in Shiraz’s land and water that makes it different from any other place? It has a soil not in any way unique. The oxygen one breathes there is like any other oxygen. The trees and vegetation are not that different from those found in a land of similar climate. And still we know that Shiraz evokes in us feelings and sensations that no other place is able to.

Saul Bellow in his famous work ‘To Jerusalem and Back’ writes:

“We step into the street and my friend David Shahar, whose chest is large, takes a deep breath and advises me to do the same. The air, the very air, is thought-nourishing in Jerusalem, the Sages themselves said so. I am prepared to believe it.”

Sa’di felt the same way about Shiraz saying that the air of Shiraz can set our being on fire and Hafiz described this city as the fount of beauty and virtue. In one way I believe Shiraz excels even Jerusalem. It invites us to a salvation through a highway constructed by human sensibility without restricting our path to the dogmas of this or that particular creed. The Iranian mind can never dwell for long either on Mecca or Jerusalem without retuning to Shiraz to find the center of its broad vision and emotional stability. Iranians cannot stray long towards xenophobia and ethnocentrism, without being pulled back by the words of their Shirazi poet (Sa’di) inscribed in the entrance of the United Nations headquarters in New York:

Human beings are members of a whole,

In creation of one essence and soul.

So while one member suffers aches and grief,

The other members cannot win relief.

If we have any understanding of our moral heritage in Shiraz we cannot walk far into the snare of self-centeredness and materialism before we are reminded of Hafiz’s wise words on what ultimately matters in life:

On the emeraldine heavens it has been inscribed with gold letters:

Nothing at the end endures save loving-kindness.

And it is not by accident that Shiraz has been the site of such a poetic testimony. A city that has witnessed magnificent palaces of Kings of Kings reduced to rubble overnight, and in Hafiz’s own life changed hands several times between blood thirsty rulers, knows quite well about time’s cruel vicissitude.

All that remains is loving-kindness. This is Shiraz’s testimony. Nothing has any staying power save tenderness and humanity. Absolutely nothing. Even Shiraz itself can become an inaccessible dream, as it became at the end for Dr. Kadivar and is bound to become for many of us here in exile.

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