Paroles et traduction Mohsen Namjoo - Mashno

Mashno

مشنو ای دوست که غیر از تو مرا یاری هست
یا شب و روز به جز فکر توأم کاری هست
به کمند سر زلفت نه من افتادم و بس
که به هر حلقهٔ موئیت گرفتاری هست
گر بگویم که مرا با تو سر و کاری نیست
در و دیوار گواهی بدهد کاری هست
نه منِ خامْ طَمَع، عشق تو می ورزم و بس
که چو منْ سوخته در خیل تو بسیاری هست

مُهر مِهر از درون ما نرود
ای برادر که نقش بر حجر است
ای برادر حال ما دگر است
یار ما غایب است و در نظر است
یار ما غایب است و در نظر است

من چه در پای تو ریزم، که پسندِ تو بُوَد؟
سر و جان را نتوان گفت که مقداری هست
من چه در پای تو ریزم، که پسندِ تو بُوَد؟
سر و جان را نتوان گفت که مقداری هست

مشنو ای دوست که غیر از تو مرا یاری هست
یا شب و روز به جز فکر توأم کاری هست
به کمند سر زلفت نه من افتادم و بس
که به هر حلقهٔ موئیت گرفتاری هست
گر بگویم که مرا با تو سر و کاری نیست
در و دیوار گواهی بدهد کاری هست
نه منِ خامْ طَمَع، عشق تو می ورزم و بس
که چو منْ سوخته در خیل تو بسیاری هست

پرده بر خود نتوان پوشید
ای برادر که عشق پرده در است
برگِ تر خشک می شود به زمان
برگِ چشمان ما همیشه تر است
برگِ چشمان ما همیشه تر است
برگِ چشمان ما همیشه تر است
همیشه تر است
همیشه تر است

Mashno

Hear me, my love, for I have no other companion but you,
Day and night, I have no other occupation but thinking of you.
Not only I am caught in the snare of your curly hair,
But in every ringlet of yours, there's a captivity.
If I say I have no dealings with you,
The walls and doors will testify that there is something.
Not only I, a naive soul, cherish your love,
But like me, many a burnt one exists in your throng.

The seal of love won't fade from within us,
O brother, it's engraved upon stone.
O brother, our state is different,
Our beloved is absent yet present in our sight,
Our beloved is absent yet present in our sight.

What can I lay at your feet that would please you?
Head and life are not enough to be considered a worthy offering.
What can I lay at your feet that would please you?
Head and life are not enough to be considered a worthy offering.

Hear me, my love, for I have no other companion but you,
Day and night, I have no other occupation but thinking of you.
Not only I am caught in the snare of your curly hair,
But in every ringlet of yours, there's a captivity.
If I say I have no dealings with you,
The walls and doors will testify that there is something.
Not only I, a naive soul, cherish your love,
But like me, many a burnt one exists in your throng.

One cannot hide oneself with a veil,
O brother, for love is the revealer of secrets.
A green leaf dries with time,
But the leaves of our eyes are always moist.
But the leaves of our eyes are always moist.
But the leaves of our eyes are always moist.
Always moist.
Always moist.