Afsaneh Hasty - Hayedeh перевод на английский

Afsaneh Hasty

عشق اگه روز ازل در دل دیوانه نبود
تا ابد زیر فلک ناله ی مستانه نبود
نرگس ساقی اگه مستی صد جام نداشت
سر هر کوی و گذر این همه میخانه نبود
من و جام می و دل نقش تو در باده ناب
خلوتی بود که در آن ره بیگانه نبود
کاش آن تب که تو را سوخت مرا سوخته بود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
INSTRUMENTAL
تو چرا شمع شدی سوختی ای هستی من
آن زمانی که تو را سایه ی پروانه نبود
من جدا از تو نبودم بخدا در همه عمر
قبله گاه دل من جز تو در این خانه نبود
کاش آن تب که تو را سوخت مرا سوخته بود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
INSTRUMENTAL
عشق اگه روز ازل در دل دیوانه نبود
تا ابد زیر فلک ناله ی مستانه نبود
نرگس ساقی اگه مستی صد جام نداشت
سر هر کوی و گذر این همه میخانه نبود
من و جام می و دل نقش تو در باده ناب
خلوتی بود که در آن ره بیگانه نبود
کاش آن تب که تو را سوخت مرا سوخته بود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
INSTRUMENTAL
تو چرا شمع شدی سوختی ای هستی من
آن زمانی که تو را سایه ی پروانه نبود
من جدا از تو نبودم بخدا در همه عمر
قبله گاه دل من جز تو در این خانه نبود
کاش آن تب که تو را سوخت مرا سوخته بود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود
به فدای تو مگه این دل دیوانه نبود

A Story Has It

If love did not exist in the heart of a madman from the beginning,
There would never be a drunken lament under the sky.
If the narcissus of the cupbearer did not have the intoxication of a hundred cups,
There would not be so many taverns at every street corner.
Me, a cup of wine, and my heart, your image in the pure wine,
A seclusion in which there was no stranger.
I wish the fever that burned you had burned me,
As a sacrifice for you, perhaps this mad heart would not exist.
As a sacrifice for you, perhaps this mad heart would not exist.
INSTRUMENTAL
Why did you become a candle and burn, oh my essence,
At a time when you had no butterfly's shadow?
I was never apart from you, by God, in all my life,
The qiblah of my heart was none other than you in this house.
I wish the fever that burned you had burned me,
As a sacrifice for you, perhaps this mad heart would not exist.
INSTRUMENTAL
If love did not exist in the heart of a madman from the beginning,
There would never be a drunken lament under the sky.
If the narcissus of the cupbearer did not have the intoxication of a hundred cups,
There would not be so many taverns at every street corner.
Me, a cup of wine, and my heart, your image in the pure wine,
A seclusion in which there was no stranger.
I wish the fever that burned you had burned me,
As a sacrifice for you, perhaps this mad heart would not exist.
As a sacrifice for you, perhaps this mad heart would not exist.
INSTRUMENTAL
Why did you become a candle and burn, oh my essence,
At a time when you had no butterfly's shadow?
I was never apart from you, by God, in all my life,
The qiblah of my heart was none other than you in this house.
I wish the fever that burned you had burned me,
As a sacrifice for you, perhaps this mad heart would not exist.
As a sacrifice for you, perhaps this mad heart would not exist.
As a sacrifice for you, perhaps this mad heart would not exist.