Sun was running through the horizon and Zayanderud was flowing through the carpet of Isfahan city. Divine sounds flew on the wings of the birds and on the manes of the running horses.
A solemn and firm man was crossing the Khaju bridge, he was heading home that was close to the Khaju watermills. He was tall and moved in a harmonious manner. Roaring Zayanderud waters swirled and crushed to the piles of the bridge. It was like an unparalleled body riding on the five strings of existence. A distant sound drew his attention. He went towards the sound. A young boy was playing a ney and, God knows, he played really well.
He listened for a while. The skillfulness of the young boy provoked curiosity in the man. When the playing stopped he asked from the boy: “Hey boy, who is your teacher?” The young boy replied right away: “I’m a student of the master Nayeb Asadollah!”. The man frowned and asked: “What do you mean?”
The boy replied: “I sit behind the house of Nayeb Asadollah and I listen how he plays. Then I start exercising.” The man smiled and said: “From now on don’t listen behind the walls. Come to my house. I’m Nayeb Asadollah.” The name of the young boy who later became one of the greatest Iranian ney players was Hossein Navari. It is told that Nayeb Asadollah due to his old age trusted the training of Navari to one of his best student Mehdi Navayi.
Name Nayeb Asadollah
Profession Musician, Ney Player
Lifetime Ghajarieh
Era Tomb Isfahan Nakht-e Foolad Graveyard
Students Abdulkhalegh Isfahani, Mehdi Navaie
