Paroles et traduction Mohammad Reza Shajarian - Be Yaad Aref

Be Yaad Aref

بنشین به یادم شبی
ترکن از این می لبی
که یاد یاران خوش است
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یادآور ایـن خسته را
کین مرغ پر بسته را
یاد بهـاران خوش است
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مرغی که زد نالهها
در قفس ، در نفس
عمری زد از خون دل
نقش گل بر قفس ، یاد باد
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داد ، داد ، عارف با داغ دل ، زاد داد ای دل ، عارف ، با داغ دل ، زاد
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ای بلبلان ، چون در این چمن وقت گل رسد زین پائیز یاد آرید
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چون بردمد آن بهار خوش درکنار گل ، از ما نیز ، یاد آرید
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داد ، داد ، عارف با داغ دل ، زاد داد ای دل ، عارف ، با داغ دل ، زاد
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عارف اگر ، در عشق گل جان خسته ، بر باد داد
بر بلبلان ، درس عاشقی خوش در این چمن ، یاد داد
گربایدت دامانگل ، اییار ، اییار پروا مکن چون بهجان رسد ، از خار ، آزار
داد ، داد ، عارف با داغ دل ، زاد داد ای دل ، عارف ، با داغ دل ، زاد
داد ، داد ، عارف با داغ دل ، زاد داد ای دل ، عارف ، با داغ دل ، زاد

Be Yaad Aref

Sit in remembrance of me one night
Pour from this flask onto your lips
For the memory of friends is sweet
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Remind this weary soul
Of this bird with clipped wings
The memory of the pleasant spring
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The bird that made laments
In its cage, in its breath
From its heart's blood it drew
An image of a flower on its cage, let it be remembered
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Justice, justice, Aref was born with a wounded heart, oh heart, Aref was born with a wounded heart
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Oh nightingales, when the time for the flowers comes in this garden, remember this autumn
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When that pleasant spring blooms beside the flowers, remember us too
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Justice, justice, Aref was born with a wounded heart, oh heart, Aref was born with a wounded heart
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Aref, if he gave his weary soul to the love of the flower
To the nightingales, in this garden, he taught the lesson of love sweetly
If you need the flower's skirt, oh friend, oh friend, do not worry, when it is time for your soul, the thorn will do harm
Justice, justice, Aref was born with a wounded heart, oh heart, Aref was born with a wounded heart
Justice, justice, Aref was born with a wounded heart, oh heart, Aref was born with a wounded heart