Paroles et traduction Alireza Ghorbani - Nime Shabaan

Nime Shabaan

این نیم شبان کیست چو مهتاب رسیده
پیغمبر عشق است ز محراب رسیده
آورده یکی مشعله آتش زده در خواب
از حضرت شاهنشه بیخواب رسیده
این کیست چنین غلغله در شهر فکنده
بر خرمن درویش چو سیلاب رسیده
این کیست بگویید که در شهر جز او نیست
شاهی به در خانه بواب رسیده
این کیست چنین غلغله در شهر فکنده
بر خرمن درویش چو سیلاب رسیده
این کیست چنین خوان کرم باز گشاده
خندان جهت دعوت اصحاب رسیده
دلها همه لرزان شده جانها همه بیصبر
یک شمه از آن لرزه به سیماب رسیده
آن نرمی و آن لطف که با بنده کند او
زان نرمی و زان لطف به سنجاب رسیده
دلها همه لرزان شده جانها همه بیصبر
یک شمه از آن لرزه به سیماب رسیده
این کیست چنین غلغله در شهر فکنده
بر خرمن درویش چو سیلاب رسیده
زان ناله و زان اشک که خشک و تر عشق است
یک نغمه تر نیز به دولاب رسیده
یک دسته کلید است به زیر بغل عشق
از بهر گشاییدن ابواب رسیده
این نیم شبان کیست...
پیغمبر عشق است...

Nime Shabaan

It is the middle of the night, who is this person that has arrived like the moon
The prophet of love has arrived from the mihrab
He has brought a torch and set our dreams on fire
He has come from the presence of the sleepless king
Who is this person who has caused such a commotion in the city
They have arrived on the doorstep of the poor like a flood
Tell me, who is this person, there is no one like them in the city
A king has come to the doorstep of the doorman
Who is this person who has caused such a commotion in the city
They have arrived on the doorstep of the poor like a flood
Who is this person who has opened the door to blessings
They have arrived smiling to invite their companions
All hearts are trembling, all souls are impatient
A glimpse of that trembling has reached the quicksilver
The softness and kindness that they show to their servants
That softness and kindness has reached the squirrel
All hearts are trembling, all souls are impatient
A glimpse of that trembling has reached the quicksilver
Who is this person who has caused such a commotion in the city
They have arrived on the doorstep of the poor like a flood
From those cries and tears that quench both the dry and the wet with love
A sweet melody has also reached the waterwheel
Love has a bunch of keys under their arm
They have come to open the doors
It is the middle of the night, who is this...
The prophet of love is...