Paroles et traduction Dariush - Nefrin Nameh (Instrumental)

Nefrin Nameh (Instrumental)

شرمت باد ای دستی كه بد بودی بدتر كردی
همبغض معصومت را نشكفته پرپر كردی
همبغض معصومت را نشكفته پرپر كردی
ننگت باد اي دست من اي هرزه گرد بينبض
آن سرسپردهات را بي يار و ياور كردی
اي تكيه داده بر من اي سرسپرده بانو
با اين نادرويشيها آخر چرا سر كردی
دستي با اين بيرحمي ديگر بريده بهتر
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضي كه خنجر كردی
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضي كه خنجر كردی
سربرده در گريبان بيخودتر از هميشه
حيفت نهايتي كه با من برابر كردي
اي تكيه داده بر من اي سرسپرده بانو
با اين نادرويشيها آخر چرا سر كردی
دستي با اين بيرحمي ديگر بريده بهتر
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضي كه خنجر كردی
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضي كه خنجر كردی
زهر اين نفرين نامه جاي خون در من جاری
اين آخرين شعرم را پيش از من از بر كردی
اي تكيه داده بر من اي سرسپرده بانو
با اين نادرويشيها آخر چرا سر كردی
دستي با اين بيرحمي ديگر بريده بهتر
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضی كه خنجر كردی
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضی كه خنجر كردی
زجري هميشه بهتر با من ترحم هرگز
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضی كه خنجر كردی
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضی كه خنجر كردی
دستي با اين بی رحمی ديگر بريده بهتر
بر من فرود آر اينك بغضی كه خنجر كردی
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Nefrin Nameh (Instrumental)

Shame on you, my hand, for you were bad and made it worse,
You strangled my innocence before it could even bloom.
You strangled my innocence before it could even bloom.
Shame on you, my hand, you filthy and shameless wanderer,
You left your devoted ones helpless and alone.
You leaned on me, you devoted servant of the lady,
Why did you have to end up like this, with all your strange ways?
A hand so cruel deserves to be cut off,
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
Lost in thought, with my face in my collar, more absent-minded than ever,
I regret that I ever put you on equal footing with me.
You leaned on me, you devoted servant of the lady,
Why did you have to end up like this, with all your strange ways?
A hand so cruel deserves to be cut off,
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
The poison of this curse letter flows through my veins like blood,
You memorized my last poem before I did.
You leaned on me, you devoted servant of the lady,
Why did you have to end up like this, with all your strange ways?
A hand so cruel deserves to be cut off,
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
Eternal torment is better than your pity,
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
A hand so cruel deserves to be cut off,
Bring down on me now the hatred that you have turned into a dagger.
Bring down on me