Paroles et traduction Homayoun Shajarian - Nowruz

Nowruz

مست و غزل خوان زد حلقه به در نوروز
چهره گشاید بهار روز من است امروز
چشمه به جو آمد می به سبو آمد
از نفس حافظ فال نکو آمد
مژده ی عید آمد بخت سعید آمد
مشت زمین وا شد سبزه پدید آمد
سبزه ی یار آمد عطر مسیحایی گیسوی نگار آمد
قفل غزل وا شد هلهله در هلهله آواز پرستوی بهار آمد
خلد برین آمد فصل شکوفایی رویای زمین آمد
کار دل عشاق سکه شد و سین محبت به سر سفره ی سین آمد
شور بهاران شکافت از دل ایران ما خال تب گل ببین بر تن پروانه ها
نو شدن از کهنگی موسم شیدایی است در تن و جان بهار روح اهورایی است
تخت چمن سبزه ی دولت جمشید شد همت کوروش بلند بار دگر عید شد
موسم شیدایی است فرصت مجنون شدن از خرقه ی لیلایی است
پیک بهاران رسید فصل فراوان شدن میوه ی گمگشته ی زیبایی است
بانگ طرب ساز کن حنجره در حنجره آواز کن
شور به الحان فکن از ره سلمک گذری هم به سراپرده ی شهناز کن
مست و غزل خوان زد حلقه به در نوروز چهره گشاید بهار روز من است امروز
چشمه به جو آمد می به سبو آمد از نفس حافظ فال نکو آمد
تخت چمن سبزه ی دولت جمشید شد
سال کهنسال رفت بار دگر عید شد
سبزه ی یار آمد عطر مسیحایی گیسوی نگار آمد
قفل غزل وا شد هلهله در هلهله آواز پرستوی بهار آمد
بانگ طرب ساز کن حنجره در حنجره آغاز کن
شور به الحان فکن از ره سلمک گذری هم به سراپرده ی شهناز کن
خلد برین آمد فصل شکوفایی رویای زمین آمد
کار دل عشاق سکه شد و سین محبت به سر سفره ی سین آمد

Nowruz

Drunk and singing, the ring arrives at the door of Nowruz
Spring's face opens, today is the day of my destiny
The spring has come to the stream, the wine has come to the jug
From the breath of حافظ, a good omen has come
The good news of the festival has come, the fortunate fate has come
The fist of the earth has opened, the greenery has appeared
The greenery of the beloved has come, the messianic scent of the beloved's hair has come
The lock of the poem has opened, the cry is in cry, the song of the spring swallow has come
The paradise has come, the season of blooming, the dream of the earth has come
The work of the hearts of lovers has become a coin and the seed of love has come on the table of seen
The excitement of spring has cracked from the heart of our Iran, see the mole of flower fever on the body of the butterflies
Rejuvenation from old age is the season of madness, spirit of spring is in the body and soul
The throne of the grass, the green of Jamshid's government has risen, the courage of Cyrus is high, once again the festival has arrived
The season of madness is the opportunity to become Majnun, from the cloak of Laila
The messenger of spring has arrived, the season of abundance, the lost fruit of beauty
Play the instrument of joy, sing from throat to throat
Bring excitement to the tunes, from the path of Salmak, also play in the pavilion of Shahnaz
Drunk and singing, the ring arrives at the door of Nowruz, Spring's face opens, today is the day of my destiny
The spring has come to the stream, the wine has come to the jug, From the breath of حافظ, a good omen has come
The throne of the grass, the green of Jamshid's government has come
The old year has passed, once again the festival has arrived
The greenery of the beloved has come, the messianic scent of the beloved's hair has come
The lock of the poem has opened, the cry is in cry, the song of the spring swallow has come
Play the instrument of joy, sing from throat to throat
Bring excitement to the tunes, from the path of Salmak, also play in the pavilion of Shahnaz
The Paradise has arrived, the season of blooming, the dream of the earth has come
The work of the hearts of lovers has become a coin and the seed of love has come on the table of seen