Chi Misheh Goft Be In Dele Divouneh - Dariush перевод на английский

Chi Misheh Goft Be In Dele Divouneh

واي که چقد اين دل عاشق بلاس
ميون دل با من هميشه دعواس
بدل ميگم غمو تو خونت را نده
ميگه جونم مهمون حبيب خداس
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
کاشکي دلم غصه ي پنهون نداشت
خونهء غم حيات و ايون نداشت
پر ميکشيد خنده روي لبانم
ابر چشام يه قطره بارون نداشت
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
دل خوابه و چشماي من بيداره
از ناله هاي من خبر نداره
ميترسم اين خونه خراب عاشق
دسته گلي به آب بده دوباره
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
کاشکي دلم غصه ي پنهون نداشت
خونهء غم حيات و ايون نداشت
پر ميکشيد خنده روي لبانم
ابر چشام يه قطره بارون نداشت
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه
چي ميشه گفت به اين دل ديونه
هر چي ميگم باز ميگيره بهونه

Chi Misheh Goft Be In Dele Divouneh

Oh, how much this heart in love suffers
My heart and I are always quarreling
I tell my heart, "Don't let grief into your home,"
But it says, "My dear, it is God's beloved guest."
What can be said to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it keeps making excuses.
What can be said to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it keeps making excuses.
I wish my heart had no hidden sorrow,
My house of sorrow had no life or home.
Laughter would fly on my lips,
My tearful eyes would have no single drop of rain.
What can be said to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it keeps making excuses.
What can be said to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it keeps making excuses.
My heart is asleep, but my eyes are awake,
Unaware of my cries.
I fear this house of love in ruins,
Will once again make a mess.
What can be said to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it keeps making excuses.
What can be said to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it keeps making excuses.
I wish my heart had no hidden sorrow,
My house of sorrow had no life or home.
Laughter would fly on my lips,
My tearful eyes would have no single drop of rain.
What can be said to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it keeps making excuses.
What can be said to this crazy heart?
Whatever I say, it keeps making excuses.