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Toranj is a sonic pilgrimage through the mystical landscape of Persian spiritual poetry—a journey into longing, surrender, and the luminous secret at the heart of existence. Named after the celestial “citron” that symbolizes a beauty too vast for the world to contain, the album invites listeners into an intimate dialogue between the seeker and the Beloved.

Each track unfolds like a verse: wandering as a stranger from a familiar city, standing humbled at the threshold of divine light, singing from the garden of poverty, and dissolving into the radiance of the sun. The music blends ancient Sufi motifs with modern atmospheric soundscapes, weaving voices, textures, and rhythms into meditations on ego, love, and transcendence.

Toranj explores the beauty of bewilderment—the restless, wind-swept state of the lover who repents from piety, seeks freedom in intoxication, and plays with the sun like a particle lost in light. It is the sound of a soul too vast for the world, reaching toward a truth just beyond human grasp.

A spiritual, poetic, and deeply emotional experience, Toranj is for those who wander, question, and yearn for the secret beauty behind all things.

Lyrics:

He asked, “From where have you come, that you appear so unsettled?”
I said, “I am a wanderer… from the city of once-known things.”

He asked, “What do you seek, that you know nothing of the Hidden?”
I said, “At your threshold, I place my humbled head.”

He asked, “What bird are you, to sing from such a realm?”
I said, “A gentle voice… from the garden of those who have let go.”

He said, “Slip free of the cage of being — let ecstasy take you, and you shall be released.”
I said, “In the cup of longing, I sought escape from the self.”

He said, “What value has the one who clings to vows and renunciations?”
I said, “I have turned away… from the pride of purity.”

He asked, “And how do you see us, in the craft of capturing hearts?”
I said, “As a field of roses… in the gathering of enchantment.”

He said, “I am that toranj whose radiance cannot be contained by the world.”
I said, “Greater than the toranj indeed — yet forever beyond reach.”

He asked, “Why, like a mote, do you dance with Kindness in the play of Love?”
I said, “Because I am a wayfarer — swept by winds of yearning.”

He asked, “Tell me then, what do you see in our eyes?”
I said, “The tale of the enraptured —
a divine mystery whispered through creation.”

By: Khwaju Kermani  (1290-1349)

آشفته

Hellooo… Can you hear me
My tongue speaks fire
But your silence is a choir
I’m fading

My tongue that speaks, it fills the air
Your ears may hear, but you’re unaware
Your head is dazed, your eyes glazed
Off in space, in shallow haze
Like the darkness of a closet, empty
Words fade away, lost in memory
Can you hear me? No
	
I reach through static and broken tone
But your mind’s not home, I’m still alone
I whisper loud, I shout in peace
Still you drift... still you cease
	
Who's listening, can you hear me now
Words fall silent, but I still speak somehow
In the echo, in the void, I call your name
But who's listening, when it’s all the same
All the same... all the same
	
Many thoughts fill my head to form a plot
Some words I speak, but some I do not
For what’s the use if they won’t grow
You wouldn’t flourish them, you wouldn’t know
Planted seeds that fall on barren ground
The silence grows, a deafening sound

I traced the sky with my fingertips
But you just stare with empty lips
I light the flame, you turn away
Guess night was always meant to stay

Who's listening, can you hear me now
Words fall silent, but I still speak somehow
In the echo, in the void, I call your name
But who's listening, when it’s all the same
Are you out there?” / “Can you feel me
	
I scream into the night, but all I hear
Is the fading sound of words, unclear
In the dark, I’m waiting, longing to find
Someone who’ll listen... who isn’t blind
I just... need one voice back... just one

Who's listening, can you hear me now
Words fall silent, but I still speak somehow
In the echo, in the void, I call your name
But who's listening, when it’s all the same
You said forever... but left me on read
	
Who's listening... who’s left to hear
In the silence... I disappear
Fade to grey

Puppet On A String

NERIAH

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