Текст и перевод песни Sattar - Bahaareh Man Gozashteh Shaayad

Bahaareh Man Gozashteh Shaayad

چرا تو جلوه ساز این بهار من نمی شوی
چه بوده آن گناه من که یار من نمی شوی
بهار من گذشته شاید
شکوفه جمال تو شکفته در خیال من
چرا نمی کنی نظر به زردی جمال من
بهار من گذشته شاید
تو را چه حاجت نشانه من
تویی که پا نمی نهی به خانه من
چه بهتر آن که نشنوی ترانه من
نه قاصدی که از من آرد گهی بسوی تو سلامی
نه رهگذاری از تو آرد گهی برای من پیامی
بهار من گذشته شاید
غمت چو کوهی به شانه من
ولی تو بی غم از غم شبانه من
چو نشنوی فغان عاشقانه من
خدا تورا از من نگیرد ندیدم از تو گر چه خیری
بیاد عمر رفته گریم کنون که شمع بزم غیری
بهار من گذشته شاید
چرا تو جلوه ساز این بهار من نمی شوی
چه بوده آن گناه من که یار من نمی شوی
بهار من گذشته شاید
شکوفه جمال تو شکفته در خیال من
چرا نمی کنی نظر به زردی جمال من
بهار من گذشته شاید

The Spring of My Past Has Perhaps Gone

Why do you not become the source of light for this spring of mine?
What was that sin of mine that you do not become my lover?
The spring of my life has perhaps passed.
The flower of your beauty has blossomed in my imagination.
Why do you not take notice of the withering of my beauty?
The spring of my life has perhaps passed.
What need have you of a sign from me?
You are the one who does not set foot in my home.
It is better that you do not hear my song.
I have no messenger to take a greeting from me to you
there is no traveler who brings me a message from you.
The spring of my life has perhaps passed.
Your sorrow is like a mountain on my shoulders,
But you are without sorrow for my nocturnal sorrow.
Since you do not hear my heartfelt cry,
May God not take you from me, even though I have seen no good from you.
In memory of my past life, I weep now that you are the candle of another's gathering.
The spring of my life has perhaps passed.
Why do you not become the source of light for this spring of mine?
What was that sin of mine that you do not become my lover?
The spring of my life has perhaps passed.
The flower of your beauty has blossomed in my imagination.
Why do you not take notice of the withering of my beauty?
The spring of my life has perhaps passed.