Текст и перевод песни Ebi - Shabzadeh

Shabzadeh

عزیز بومی ای هم قبیله
رو اسبِ غربت چه خوش نشستی
تو این ولایت ای با اصالت
تو مونده بودی تو هم شکستی
تشنه و مؤمن به تشنه موندن
غرورِ اسمِ یارِ ما بود

اون که سپردی به بادِ حسرت
تمام دار و ندارِ ما بود
کدوم خزونِ خوش آواز
تو رو صدا کرد ای عاشق
که پر کشیدی بی پروا

به جستجویِ شقایق

کنار ما باش که محزون
به انتظارِ بهاریم
کنار ما باش که با هم
خورشید و بیرون بیاریم

هزار پرنده مثل تو عاشق
گذشتن از شب به نیّت روز

رفتن و رفتن صادق و ساده
نیامدن باز اما تا امروز
خدا به همرات ای خسته از شب
اما سفر نیست علاج این درد
راهی که رفتی رو به غروبِ
رو به سحر نیست
شب زده برگرد
کدوم خزون خوش آواز
تو رو صدا کرد ای عاشق
که پر کشیدی بی پروا
به جستجویِ شقایق
کنارِ ما باش که محزون
به انتظارِ بهاریم
کنارِ ما باش که با هم
خورشید و بیرون بیاریم
هزار پرنده مثل تو عاشق
گذشتن از شب به نیت روز
رفتن و رفتن صادق و ساده
نیامدن باز اما تا امروز
خدا یه همرات ای خسته از شب
اما سفر نیست علاجِ این درد
راهی که رفتی رو به غروبِ
رو به سحر نیست
شب زده برگرد

Nightingale

My beloved, my fellow tribesman,
How gracefully you sit upon the steed of exile.
You, who had such nobility in this land,
You have also been broken.
Thirsty and faithful to remaining thirsty,
That was the pride of our beloved's name.

What you entrusted to the wind of regret,
Was all our wealth and possessions.
What melodious autumn,
Called to you, oh lover,
That you took flight so recklessly,

In search of the anemone?

Be with us, for we are sad,
As we wait for spring.
Be with us, so that together,
We may bring forth the sun.

A thousand birds, like you, in love,
Have passed from night to day with hope.

They have gone and gone, honestly and simply,
But they have never returned to this day.
God be with you, oh weary of the night,
But travel is not the cure for this pain.
The path you have taken leads to sunset,
Not to dawn.
Return from the night.
What melodious autumn,
Called to you, oh lover,
That you took flight so recklessly,
In search of the anemone?
Be with us, for we are sad,
As we wait for spring.
Be with us, so that together,
We may bring forth the sun.
A thousand birds, like you, in love,
Have passed from night to day with hope.
They have gone and gone, honestly and simply,
But they have never returned to this day.
God be with you, oh weary of the night,
But travel is not the cure for this pain.
The path you have taken leads to sunset,
Not to dawn.
Return from the night.