Multiple Personality Disorder

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Suddenly, a song by Shahin Najafi

Suddenly the phone rings, suddenly it’s time for your departure

Even a man would have cried, when my head was in your lap

Running your hand on his loneliness, running away from you and your world

Truly loving her, she truly loving your body

Up ahead, bullets and batons; in the back, dagger of your friends

In this lovely world, your best friend being your foe

Loving the blue sky, showing everyone the love

Giving your life for friendship... while your friend is in love with your woman

A suitcase rests on your shoulder, wounds on your defeated heart

A cliff's edge, called freedom, is the railway's destination

Love, a short stop before waking up... a choice between constraint and constraint

A cup of poison is in your trembling hand, while a blade rests on your neck

Tired of "Revolution" and "Freedom", taking out a lighter... perhaps

a futile "18 Tir" [1] is in your Bahman [2] cigarette

Footnotes:

[1] This entry is perhaps a multiple intender.  "Tir" mean "bullet" or "arrow" in the Farsi language, and it is also the 4th month in the Persian calendar.  Also, a widespread and violent public protest began on the eve of July 9, 1998 (18th Tir of year 1378 in the Persian calendar), after a peaceful demonstration by a group of students of Tehran University against the closure of a reformist newspaper.

[2] “Bahman” is another multiple intender.  It is the name of a cigarette brand in Iran, an "avalanche", and also the name of the 11th month in the Persian calendar.  The return of Ayatollah Khomeini to Iran and the beginning of the Islamic Republic of Iran also occurred on the "22 Bahman", February 11, 1979.

About the song:

Music by Shahin Najafi

Poem by Seyyed Mehdi Mousavi

Arrangment by Babak Khazaei

Translation by MPD © 2012

Shahin Najafi will be performing live in Berkley, California on November 16, 2012, despite a fatwa issued against him by a few Iranian religious clergies

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ناگهان

ناگهان زنگ می‌زند تلفن، ناگهان وقتِ رفتنت باشد
مرد هم گریه می‌کند وقتی سرِ من روی دامنت باشد
بکشی دست روی تنهائیش، بکشد دست از تو و دنیات
واقعاً عاشقِ خودش باشی، واقعاً عاشقِ تنت باشد
روبرویت گلوله و باتوم، پشت سر خنجرِ رفیقانت
توی دنیای دوست داشتنی! بهترین دوست، دشمنت باشد
دل به آبی آسمان بدهی، به همه عشق را نشان بدهی
بعد، در راه دوست جان بدهی... دوستت عاشقِ زنت باشد
چمدانی نشسته بر دوشت، زخم‌هائی به قلبِ مغلوبت
پرتگاهی به نامِ آزادی مقصدِ راه آهنت باشد
عشق، مکثی‌ست قبلِ بیداری... انتخابی میانِ جبر و جبر
جامِ سم توی دستِ لرزانت، تیغ هم روی گردنت باشد
خسته از «انقلاب» و «آزادی»، فندکی درمیاوری... شاید
هجدهِ «تیرِ» بی‌سرانجامی، توی سیگارِ «بهمنت» باشد

آهنگ: شاهین نجفی
تنظیم: بابک خضایی
شعر: مهدی موسوی