Текст и перевод песни Dariush - Dad Az In Del

Dad Az In Del

دو زلفونت بود تار ربابُم
چه مي خواهي از اين حال خرابُم
تو كه با مو سر ياري نداري
چرا هر نیمه شو آيي به خوابُم
چرا هر نبمه شو آيي به خوابُم

فلك در قصد آزارُم چرايي
گلم گر نيستي خارُم چرايي
تو كه باري ز دوشم بر نداري
ميونه بار سر بارُم چرايي
تو كه نوشُم نیي نيُشم چرايي
تو كه يارم نیي پيشُم چرايي

تو كه مرهم نهي زخم دلُم را
نمك پاش دل ريشُم چرايي
نمك پاش دل ريشُم چرايي

خدايا داد از اين دل داد از اين دل
كه يكدم مو نگشتم شاد از اين دل
چو فردا داد خواهان داد خواهند
بگويم صد هزاران داد از اين دل
چو فردا داد خواهان داد خواهند
بگويم صد هزاران داد از اين دل
دلم دور است و احوالش ندونُم
كسي خواهد كه پيغامش رسونُم
خداوندا ز مرگم مهلتي ده
كه ديداري به ديدارش رسونُم
خداوندا ز مرگم مهلتي ده
كه ديداري به ديدارش رسونُم

اگه دردُم يكي بودي چه بودي
اگه غم اندكي بودي چه بودي
ببالينم حبيبي يا طبيبي
از اين هر دو يكي بودي چه بودي
ببالينم حبيبي يا طبيبي
از اين هر دو يكي بودي چه بودي

ندونم لخت و عريونم كه كرده
كدوم جلاد بي جونم كه كرده
بده خنجر كه تا سينه كنُم چاك
ببينُم عشق تو با مو چه كرده
بده خنجر كه تا سينه كنُم چاك
ببينُم عشق تو با مو چه كرده

Cry From My Heart

Your two curls were strings of my lute,
What do you want from this state of despair?
You who do not care for me,
Why do you come to my dreams every night?
Why do you come to my dreams every night?

Why do you torment me, Heaven?
If you are not my flower, why are you my thorn?
You do not take a load off my shoulders,
Why are you an additional burden on my head?
If you are not my wine, why do I drink you?
If you are not my lover, why are you in front of me?

You do not heal my heart's wound,
Why do you salt my bleeding heart?
Why do you salt my bleeding heart?

God, I cry from this heart, I cry from this heart,
Not for a moment have I been happy from this heart.
When tomorrow those who seek justice will seek justice,
I will say a hundred thousand times, I cry from this heart.
When tomorrow those who seek justice will seek justice,
I will say a hundred thousand times, I cry from this heart.
My heart is far away, and I do not know its condition,
Someone will take my message to it.
Lord, grant me a reprieve from death,
So that I may meet it and see it again.
Lord, grant me a reprieve from death,
So that I may meet it and see it again.

If only my pain were one, what would it be?
If only my sorrow were small, what would it be?
To my bedside, my beloved or a doctor,
If only one of these two were there, what would it be?
To my bedside, my beloved or a doctor,
If only one of these two were there, what would it be?

I do not know who has made me naked and bare,
Which executioner has taken my life,
Give me a dagger so that I may cut my chest,
And see what your love has done to me.
Give me a dagger so that I may cut my chest,
And see what your love has done to me.