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2020-11-03T16:21:17.000Z
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Spiritual Poems from the East
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Recorded on September 23, 2020 Transcendence: A Sufi Music Festival Walid Ben Selim, vocals with Marie Marguerite Cano, harp Travel to France for a performance by the extraordinary singer Walid Ben Selim, accompanied by musician Marie Marguerite Cano on the harp. Born in Casablanca, Ben Selim’s inspiration comes from the great Islamic poets as well as the Sufi poets of Morocco. In addition to working with traditional texts, he sings and recites his own poetry and experiments with spoken word, rap, and hip hop. Ben Selim will join us live to speak about his music and answer audience questions. He will be introduced by Alain Weber, artistic director of the World Sacred Spirit Festival. ------------- First song Ô My Hope Mansur al-Hallaj (858 -922) How many tears for you I shed and nights when my thoughts kept me up at night I have not given my body to death that because I know you're going to revive him... and just one of your looks gives me more pleasure that the land and what it has to offer me the soul of the lover accepts pain, perhaps one day the object of his misfortune will become the cure Second song Oraison Abou T̩ayeb Ah̩mad ibn al-H̩usayn al-Mutanabbī (915 – 965) We spend our lives swordfighting swords and spears. and death catches up with us without a fight What's the point of running away from it by keeping our fastest couriers ready? They will not go fast enough to remove us from the night that pursues us. Who hasn't loved life in this world? But no one has ever been able to make it his eternal companion. Your part of friendship that you collect here below, is as illusory as the dreams that you make in sleeping. Destiny threw so many arrows at me that it barred my heart with armor. When its features, today, want to reach me, their irons break against the others. And then, what does it matter to me! I don't care about his blows... What would be the use of taking care of it? He is the first in the world of all the fatal heralds... Third song Here and now Mahmoud Darwich (1941 – 2008) Here, between the debris of things and nothing, we live in the outskirts of eternity ... Now we live yesterday and tomorrow and we go in two directions who could exchange a poetic greeting ... Here and now... History does not care about trees or the dead. ... We are still here, carrying the burden of eternity. —————————————— I come in the shadow of your eyes I come in the shadow of your eyes I come from the tents of ancient times and flickering chains you're one of those women who lost Their husbands and all the children you are the eyes from which has fled the morning when the song of the condenses has become straw, dry at the mercy of the wind Here I am, I come in the shadow of your eyes you are my home and my exile you are my land that destroys me you are my earth that transforms me into heaven The star that comes out of the songbook when the singer's voice vibrated the language of the song when the streets become a jungle Don't die on the peaks of sadness You are mine, you are my sadness and my joy. you are my pain and my rainbow you are my chain and my freedom you are my clay and my legend Here I am, I come in the shadow of your eyes Fourth song Oceans of Love Mansur al-Hallaj (858 -922) I swear that there is no dawn or dusk Without your love being tied to my breaths Or that I sit among people Without you being my topic of conversation I still float in the oceans of Love Waves raise me up and I am annihilated Waves are rising Then I drown and sink Capsizing in Love to the shoreless place I call you oh you! The one whose name I never reveal and that I have never betrayed in Love... ,Ask the stars If sleep visits me ,And how can it come ? To the one who knows only this state My eyes only know Sleep deprivation And Generosity of Tears From what they saw at the farewell scene From the pain of being away I probe, I smell in the breath of the breeze that comes from afar The memory of your perfume I probe, I search in the eyes of those who have seen you The memory your image Provided that the fire that consumes my wings is extinguished. Even if I want it to never go out
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1 hr 4 min 21 sec
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