Marham - Fereydoun Asraei traduction en anglais

Marham

سکوتت پر از حرفه، اما صدات
هنوزم توی گوشِ این مردمه
حضورت یه جوری صدا کرده که
سکوتت توی این هیاهو گمه

فقط با جلال و شکوه صدات
میشه به مقامی که باید رسید
تو دنیایی که هیچی دیدن نداشت
میشد دیدنی ها رو پیش تو دید

کسی میشه اسطوره ی مردمش
که دنیاشو پای هنر باخته
کسی که یه عمره با رنگ صداش
تو ذهن همه خاطره ساخته

نیاد روزگاری که این روزگار
غرور هنرمندشو بشکنه
اگه بشکنه بغض این حنجره
زمین و زمانو به هم میزنه

اگه هرچی دار و ندارِ منه
بریزم به پای تو بازم کمه
چی جز اون عمری که پای ما ریختی
واسه زخمای مردش مرحمه

سکوتت پر از حرفه، اما صدات
هنوزم توی گوشِ این مردمه
حضورت یه جوری صدا کرده که
سکوتت توی این هیاهو گمه

کسی میشه اسطوره ی مردمش
که دنیاشو پای هنر باخته
کسی که یه عمره با رنگ صداش
تو ذهن همه خاطره ساخته

نیاد روزگاری که این روزگار
غرور هنرمندشو بشکنه
اگه بشکنه بغض این حنجره
زمین و زمانو به هم میزنه

اگه هرچی دار و ندارِ منه
بریزم به پای تو بازم کمه
چی جز عمری که پای ما ریختی
واسه زخمای مردش مرحمه

سکوتت پر از حرفه، اما صدات
هنوزم توی گوشِ این مردمه
حضورت یه جوری صدا کرده که
سکوتت توی این هیاهو گمه

Marham

Your silence is laden with words, but your voice
Still resonates in the ears of the people
Your presence has made such a noise
That your quietude is lost in this uproar

Only with the magnificence and grandness of your voice
Can one achieve the status that one should
In a world where there was nothing to be seen
One could behold the sights before you

One becomes a legend of his people
Who sacrifices his world at the altar of art
One who, for a lifetime, with the tunes of his voice
Has crafted memories in the minds of all

May the day never come when this world
Breaks the pride of its artist
If the cry of this throat is stifled
It will overturn heaven and earth

If I were to pour at your feet
All that I own and have
It would still not be enough for
The lifetime you have spent at our feet as a salve for our wounds

Your silence is laden with words, but your voice
Still resonates in the ears of the people
Your presence has made such a noise
That your quietude is lost in this uproar

One becomes a legend of his people
Who sacrifices his world at the altar of art
One who, for a lifetime, with the tunes of his voice
Has crafted memories in the minds of all

May the day never come when this world
Breaks the pride of its artist
If the cry of this throat is stifled
It will overturn heaven and earth

If I were to pour at your feet
All that I own and have
It would still not be enough for
The lifetime you have spent at our feet as a salve for our wounds

Your silence is laden with words, but your voice
Still resonates in the ears of the people
Your presence has made such a noise
That your quietude is lost in this uproar