Quiz

What is the Persian poem featured in this U2 concert in support of the Iranian people's struggle? Rumi's "Besho az ney" (see below)
100 Afarin Irandokht!

کز نیستان تا مرا ببریده اند
از نفیرم مرد وزن نالیده اند

هرکسی کودورماندازاصل خویش
بازجوید روزگا روصل خویش

آتش است این بانگ نای ونیست باد
هرکه این آتش ندارد نیست باد

گرنبودی ناله نی را اثر
نی جهان را پرنکردی از شکر

با لب دمساز خود گرجفتمی
همچونی من گفتنیها گفتمی

ما همه شیریم لیک شیران علم
حمله مان ازباد باشد دم بدم

حمله مان ازباد وناپیداست باد
جان فدای آن که ناپیداست باد

Listen to the (ney) reed flute, how it tells a tale complaining of separation
Saying, "Ever since I was separated from the reed bed my lament has caused man and woman to moan,

I want a bosom torn by severance, that I may unfold the pain of love desire,
Every one who is left far from his source wishes back the time when he was united with it,

In every company I uttered my wailful notes, I consorted with the unhappy and with them that rejoice,
Everyone became my friend from his own opinion; none sought out my secrets from within me,

My secret is not far from my plaint, but ear and eye lack the light (to apprehend it)
Body is not veiled from soul nor soul from body, yet none is permitted to see the soul."

This noise of the reed is fire, it is not wind; whoso has not this fire may he be naught!
'Tis the fire of Love that is in the reed, 'tis the fervour of love that is in the wine.

The reed is the companion of everyone who has been parted from a friend: its strains pierced our hearts.
Who ever saw a poison and an antidote like the reed? Who ever saw a sympathiser and a longing lover like the reed?

The reed tells of the Way full of blood and recounts stories of the passion of Majnun.
Only to the senseless is this sense confided: the tongue hath no customer save the ear.

In our woe the days (of life) have become untimely: our days travel hand in hand with burning griefs.
If our days are gone let them go! - 'tis no matter. Do Thou remain, for none is holy as Thou art!

Whoever is not a fish becomes sated with His water; whoever is without daily bread finds the day long.
None that is raw understands the state of the ripe: therefore my words must be brief. Farewell.