Текст и перевод песни Mahsa Vahdat & Marjan Vahdat - Saghi Nameh

Saghi Nameh

بیا ساقی آن می که حال آورد
کرامت فزاید کمال آورد
به من ده که بس بیدل افتادهام
وز این هر دو بیحاصل افتادهام
بیا ساقی آن می که عکسش ز جام
به کیخسرو و جم فرستد پیام
بده تا بگویم به آواز نی
که جمشید کی بود و کاووس کی
بیا ساقی آن کیمیای فتوح
که با گنج قارون دهد عمر نوح
بده تا به رویت گشایند باز
در کامرانی و عمر دراز
بده ساقی آن می کز او جام جم
زند لاف بینایی اندر عدم
به من ده که گردم به تایید جام
چو جم آگه از سر عالم تمام
دم از سیر این دیر دیرینه زن
صلایی به شاهان پیشینه زن
همان منزل است این جهان خراب
که دیدهست ایوان افراسیاب
کجا رای پیران لشکرکشش
کجا شیده آن ترک خنجرکشش
نه تنها شد ایوان و قصرش به باد
که کس دخمه نیزش ندارد به یاد
همان مرحلهست این بیابان دور
که گم شد در او لشکر سلم و تور
بده ساقی آن می که عکسش ز جام
به کیخسرو و جم فرستد پیام
چه خوش گفت جمشید با تاج و گنج
که یک جو نیرزد سرای سپنج
بیا ساقی آن آتش تابناک
که زردشت میجویدش زیر خاک
به من ده که در کیش رندان مست
چه آتشپرست و چه دنیاپرست
بیا ساقی آن بکر مستور مست
که اندر خرابات دارد نشست
به من ده که بدنام خواهم شدن
خراب می و جام خواهم شدن
بیا ساقی آن آب اندیشهسوز
که گر شیر نوشد شود بیشهسوز
بده تا روم بر فلک شیر گیر
به هم بر زنم دام این گرگ پیر
بیا ساقی آن می که حور بهشت
عبیر ملایک در آن می سرشت
بده تا بخوری در آتش کنم
مشام خرد تا ابد خوش کنم
بده ساقی آن می که شاهی دهد
به پاکی او دل گواهی دهد
میام ده مگر گردم از عیب پاک
بر آرم به عشرت سری زین مغاک
چو شد باغ روحانیان مسکنم
در اینجا چرا تختهبند تنم
شرابم ده و روی دولت ببین
خرابم کن و گنج حکمت ببین
من آنم که چون جام گیرم به دست
ببینم در آن آینه هر چه هست
به مستی دم پادشاهی زنم
دم خسروی در گدایی زنم
به مستی توان در اسرار سفت
که در بیخودی راز نتوان نهفت
که حافظ چو مستانه سازد سرود
ز چرخش دهد زهره آواز رود
مغنی کجایی به گلبانگ رود
به یاد آور آن خسروانی سرود
که تا وجد را کارسازی کنم
به رقص آیم و خرقهبازی کنم
به اقبال دارای دیهیم و تخت
بهین میوهٔ خسروانی درخت
خدیو زمین پادشاه زمان
مه برج دولت شه کامران
که تمکین اورنگ شاهی از اوست
تن آسایش مرغ و ماهی از اوست
فروغ دل و دیدهٔ مقبلان
ولی نعمت جان صاحبدلان
الا ای همای همایون نظر
خجسته سروش مبارک خبر
فلک را گهر در صدف چون تو نیست
فریدون و جم را خلف چون تو نیست
به جای سکندر بمان سالها
به دانادلی کشف کن حالها
سر فتنه دارد دگر روزگار
من و مستی و فتنهٔ چشم یار
یکی تیغ داند زدن روز کار
یکی را قلمزن کند روزگار
مغنی بزن آن نوآیین سرود
بگو با حریفان به آواز رود
مرا با عدو عاقبت فرصت است
که از آسمان مژدهٔ نصرت است
مغنی نوای طرب ساز کن
به قول وغزل قصه آغاز کن
که بار غمم بر زمین دوخت پای
به ضرب اصولم برآور ز جای
مغنی نوایی به گلبانگ رود
بگوی و بزن خسروانی سرود
روان بزرگان ز خود شاد کن
ز پرویز و از باربد یاد کن
مغنی از آن پرده نقشی بیار
ببین تا چه گفت از درون پردهدار
چنان برکش آواز خنیاگری
که ناهید چنگی به رقص آوری
رهی زن که صوفی به حالت رود
به مستی وصلش حوالت رود
مغنی دف و چنگ را ساز ده
به آیین خوش نغمه آواز ده
فریب جهان قصهٔ روشن است
ببین تا چه زاید شب آبستن است
مغنی ملولم دوتایی بزن
به یکتایی او که تایی بزن
همیبینم از دور گردون شگفت
ندانم که را خاک خواهد گرفت
دگر رند مغ آتشی میزند
ندانم چراغ که بر میکند
در این خونفشان عرصهٔ رستخیز
تو خون صراحی و ساغر بریز
به مستان نوید سرودی فرست
به یاران رفته درودی فرست

Saghi Nameh (The Wine Bearer's Book)

Come, oh Saki, with that wine that brings elation,
Increases generosity and brings perfection.
Give it to me, for my heart is filled with despair,
And from this world, I have gained nothing but emptiness.
Come, oh Saki, with that wine whose reflection in the cup,
Sends a message to Kaykhosrow and Jamshid.
Give it to me, so I may sing with the reed's melody,
Who was Jamshid and who was Kavus, I will see.
Come, oh Saki, with that alchemy of victory,
That grants the life of Noah with the treasures of Karun.
Give it to me, so that the doors may open wide,
To prosperity and a long life inside.
Give, oh Saki, that wine from which Jamshid's cup,
Boasts of sight within the realm of nothingness.
Give it to me, that through the cup's confirmation,
Like Jamshid, I may know the secrets of all creation.
Speak of this ancient monastery's journey,
Sing a praise to the kings of old and their glory.
This ruined world is the same dwelling place,
That witnessed the palace of Afrasiyab's grace.
Where are the wise counsel of his commanding host,
Where is the shining moon of his dagger-wielding boast?
Not only did his palace and castle fade with the wind,
But no one even remembers his tomb, left behind.
This distant desert is the same stage,
Where the armies of Salm and Tur lost their way in a rage.
Give, oh Saki, that wine whose reflection in the cup,
Sends a message to Kaykhosrow and Jamshid, lift us up.
How well Jamshid spoke with his crown and treasure,
That a single barleycorn is worth more than a spongy pleasure.
Come, oh Saki, with that bright and shining fire,
That Zoroaster seeks beneath the earth, his desire.
Give it to me, for in the creed of the intoxicated and bold,
Whether fire-worshipper or world-seeker, stories unfold.
Come, oh Saki, with that virgin, hidden, and drunk,
Who sits in the tavern, her spirit sunk.
Give it to me, for I desire to be infamous and free,
Ruined by wine and the cup, that's how I want to be.
Come, oh Saki, with that water that burns thoughts away,
If a lion drinks it, he becomes a forest's dismay.
Give it to me, so I may go to the sky and seize the lion,
And tear down the trap of this old wolf, defying.
Come, oh Saki, with that wine that the houris of heaven,
Mixed with the fragrance of angels, a gift that's given.
Give it to me, so I may drink and set fire to my soul,
And make the sense of reason forever sweet and whole.
Give, oh Saki, that wine that grants kingship and might,
To its purity, my heart bears witness, shining bright.
Give me the wine, so I may be cleansed of every flaw,
And raise my head from this pit, free from the law.
When the garden of the spiritual becomes my abode,
Why am I bound to this body, on this earthly road?
Give me wine and see the face of fortune unfold,
Ruin me and behold the treasures of wisdom, untold.
I am the one who, when I hold the cup in my hand,
Sees within its reflection, all that's in the land.
In my intoxication, I claim the breath of a king,
In my begging, I express the spirit of a sovereign's ring.
In intoxication, one can delve into mysteries deep,
For in unconsciousness, secrets cannot sleep.
As Hafiz composes his melody with drunken delight,
Venus echoes his song from the heavens, shining bright.
Oh minstrel, where are you? Sing with the river's flow,
Remember that royal song, let its spirit grow.
So that I may bring ecstasy to life and make it soar,
I shall dance and play with my cloak, forevermore.
With the fortune of possessing a crown and a throne,
The finest fruit of the royal tree, I have known.
The sovereign of the earth, the king of time's domain,
The moon of the state's tower, the victorious Shah's reign.
From him comes the power of the royal seat,
The peace of birds and fish, his presence makes complete.
The light of the hearts and eyes of those who seek his face,
The benefactor of the souls of the wise, with his grace.
Oh, auspicious Huma bird, with your blessed gaze,
A messenger of good tidings, in a wondrous maze.
The sky has no jewel in its shell like you, so rare,
Faridun and Jamshid have no successor to compare.
Remain in Alexander's place for many years to come,
With wisdom and understanding, unravel every sum.
Another day holds the seeds of discord and strife,
Me and my drunkenness, and the mischief of my beloved's life.
One knows how to strike with a sword when the time is right,
Another is carved by time, with all its might.
Oh minstrel, play that new and innovative song,
Tell your companions with the river's voice, strong.
In the end, I will have a chance against my foe,
For from the heavens, the promise of victory will flow.
Oh minstrel, create a melody of joy and cheer,
With verses and ghazals, begin the story, my dear.
For the burden of my sorrow has kept me rooted to the ground,
With the rhythm of your music, lift me up, let me be found.
Oh minstrel, sing a melody with the river's grace,
Speak and play a royal song, fill this place.
Gladden the souls of the great ones who have passed on,
Remember Parviz and Barbad, their music like the dawn.
Oh minstrel, bring a melody from that hidden screen,
See what the curtain holder says, what does the scene mean?
Raise your voice of minstrelsy, let it reach the sky,
So that Venus may dance with her harp, flying high.
Play a tune that sends the Sufi into a trance,
In his intoxication, let him reach the divine expanse.
Oh minstrel, give tune to the tambourine and the lute,
Sing with a melody of joy, let the music shoot.
The deception of the world is a clear and open tale,
See what the pregnant night will bring, what will prevail.
Oh minstrel, I am weary, play a duet for me,
To his oneness, play a melody, set my spirit free.
From afar, I see the turning of the heavens, a sight so strange,
I know not whom the earth will claim, within its range.
Another mad Magian sets a fire ablaze,
I know not whose lamp he extinguishes in a haze.
In this blood-soaked arena of resurrection's call,
Pour the blood of the wine jar and the cup, let it fall.
Send a song of good tidings to the intoxicated souls,
To the departed companions, send greetings that make us whole.