Текст и перевод песни Mohammad Reza Shajarian feat. Hasan Yusefzamani - Tasnif–e Dowlat–e Eshq (feat. Hasan Yusefzamani)

Tasnif–e Dowlat–e Eshq (feat. Hasan Yusefzamani)

مزن بر دل مزن بر دل که نوک غمزه تیرم
که پیش چشم بیمارت بمیرم
قدح پر کن که من از دولت عشق
جوانبخت جهانم گر چه پیرم
قراری کرده ام با می فروشان
که روز غم به جز ساغر نگیرم
چنان پر شد فضای سینه از دوست
که فکر خویش گم شد از ضمیرم
مبادا جز حساب مطرب و می
اگر نقشی کشد کلک دبیرم
چو حافظ گنج او در سینه دارم
اگر چه مدعی بیند فقیرم
مزن بر دل ز نوک غمزه تیرم
که پیش چشم بیمارت بمیرم
قدح پر کن که من از دولت عشق
جوانبخت جهانم گر چه پیرم

Dowlat–e Eshq Tasnif (feat. Hasan Yusefzamani)

Don't pierce my heart, don't pierce my heart with the tip of your coquettish glance,
For I shall die before your sick eyes.
Fill my cup, for by the fortune of love,
I have become lucky in the world, though I am old.
I have made an agreement with the tavern-keepers,
That on the day of sorrow, I will accept nothing but drink.
The essence of my beloved has so filled my breast,
That the thought of myself has been lost from my mind.
May it not be that my pen's ink depicts anything
Other than the accounts of the singer and the wine.
Like حافظ, I hold his treasure in my breast,
Even though the claimant finds me destitute.
Don't pierce my heart with the tip of your coquettish glance,
For I shall die before your sick eyes.
Fill my cup, for by the fortune of love,
I have become lucky in the world, though I am old.