This is the "rim-blown" style of flute unique to the Middle East.
The human-breath-like quality of the its sound is valued for its ability to evoke deep emotions of the soul and heart.
An eternal symbol of Love and Peace this flute inspired the poet Kahlil Gibran to write "A'tini Nay". This poem was put to music in Lebanon by the Rahbani Brothers and made popular by the beautiful female singer Fairuz.
These magical instruments are available through this web page. Purchasing a Nay sets you on a path of learning to unlock the secrets of its sounds: a path requiring the development of internal peace...
Purchasing a Nay is also a way to support our Musical Ambassador Missions while providing you with a potent symbol of Ancient Middle Eastern Wisdom and Peace.
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These Nays are top-quality professional Arabic-Style Instruments from Egypt made by Qadry Srour and the Sons of Said Bayomi.
They are in the key of "D" which is the preferred most common key.
The holes are spaced to facilitate the playing of the "Quarter-Tone" notes so frequently used in Middle Eastern Music.
For information about the Middle Eastern Scales or "Maqams," purchase the 2 CD's and Book also available on this website. Click Here for more information about that.
Here are the lyrics:
A’tini Nay -- “Bring the Flute”
Bring the flute and sing, that is the secret of eternity...
And the wailing of the flute remains, even after the end of existence...
Have you taken the forest, rather than the palace, to be your home?
Have you climbed up the creeks and the rocks?
Have you bathed in perfume and then dried yourself with sunlight?
Have you tasted the wine of the early morning from goblets of ether?
Bring the flute and sing, that is the secret of eternity...
And the wailing of the flute remains, even after the end of life...
Have you sat alone at dusk among the grapevines...
Among their clusters hanging like chandeliers of gold...?
Have you made the grass your night-time bed?
Have you wrapped yourself in the evening air with the sky for a blanket?
So that you can allow the future to come and let go of the past?
Bring me the flute and sing, so our hearts may be in balance...
And the wailing of the flute remains, even after the end of all sins...
Bring me the flute and sing, forget maladies and their cures...
For people are but lines of poetry written in the water...