Paroles et traduction Hayedeh - Afsaneyeh Hasti

Afsaneyeh Hasti

عشق اگه روز ازل در دل دیوانه نبود
تا ابد زیر فلک ناله ی مستانه نبود
نرگس ساقی اگه مستی صد جام نداشت
سر هر کوی و گذر این همه میخانه نبود
من و جام می و دل نقش تو در باده ناب
خلوتی بود که در آن ره بیگانه نبود
کاش آن تب که تو را سوخت مرا سوخته بود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
تو چرا شمع شدی سوختی ای هستی من
آن زمانی که تو را سایه ی پروانه نبود
من جدا از تو نبودم بخدا در همه عمر
قبله گاه دل من جز تو در این خانه نبود
کاش آن تب که تو را سوخت مرا سوخته بود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
عشق اگه روز ازل در دل دیوانه نبود
تا ابد زیر فلک ناله ی مستانه نبود
نرگس ساقی اگه مستی صد جام نداشت
سر هر کوی و گذر این همه میخانه نبود
من و جام می و دل نقش تو در باده ناب
خلوتی بود که در آن ره بیگانه نبود
کاش آن تب که تو را سوخت مرا سوخته بود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
تو چرا شمع شدی سوختی ای هستی من
آن زمانی که تو را سایه ی پروانه نبود
من جدا از تو نبودم بخدا در همه عمر
قبله گاه دل من جز تو در این خانه نبود
کاش آن تب که تو را سوخت مرا سوخته بود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود

Afsaneyeh Hasti

If love had not been in the heart of a madman from the beginning of time
There would never have been a drunken lament beneath the sky
If the narcissus of the cupbearer did not have the intoxication of a hundred cups
There would not be so many taverns at every street corner
Me, a cup of wine, and my heart, your image in the pure wine
It was a solitude in which there was no stranger
I wish the fever that burned you had burned me too
As a sacrifice for you, was this not a mad heart?
As a sacrifice for you, was this not a mad heart?
Why did you become a candle and burn, O my existence?
At the time when you had no shadow of a moth
I was never separate from you, by God, in all my life
The qiblah of my heart has never been other than you in this house
I wish the fever that burned you had burned me too
As a sacrifice for you, was this not a mad heart?
If love had not been in the heart of a madman from the beginning of time
There would never have been a drunken lament beneath the sky
If the narcissus of the cupbearer did not have the intoxication of a hundred cups
There would not be so many taverns at every street corner
Me, a cup of wine, and my heart, your image in the pure wine
It was a solitude in which there was no stranger
I wish the fever that burned you had burned me too
As a sacrifice for you, was this not a mad heart?
As a sacrifice for you, was this not a mad heart?
Why did you become a candle and burn, O my existence?
At the time when you had no shadow of a moth
I was never separate from you, by God, in all my life
The qiblah of my heart has never been other than you in this house
I wish the fever that burned you had burned me too
As a sacrifice for you, was this not a mad heart?
As a sacrifice for you, was this not a mad heart?
As a sacrifice for you, was this not a mad heart?