Текст и перевод песни Shakila - Khat E Sevom

Khat E Sevom

آن خطاط سه گونه خط نوشتی

یکی او خواندی لاغیر
یکی را هم او خواندی هم غیر
یکی نه او خواندی نه غیر او
آن خط سوم منم آن خط سوم منم
مرا بخوان مرا بخوان ای سخن تو سحر عام
ای همه سهل و ممتنع ای تو نهایت کلام
تنگ شد عرصه سخنای نفست گـره گشا
مرا به مـعـنا برسـان پیـش تـر از سـخـن بیــا
مرا بـخـوان مرا بـخـوان کـه خـط سـوم تـو ام
گمـشــده در عـرصـه خویـش از ابـدم یا ازلم
مرا بـخـوان که قـصـه ام قـصـه سرگـشـتـگـی ام
بر لب تشنه گیج و مات جان به سر از تشنگی ام
ای تو همیـشـه همه جـا مـن به کـجـا رسـیده ام
اســیـر لـعـنـتـم هـنــوزیــا بـه خـــدا رسـیده ام
چرا هر آنچه ســاخـتـم یـکـی یـکی خراب شد
چرا حــدیـث بــودنــم ســـوال بـــی جواب شد

قفل معما شده ام کلید آن به دست کیست
ای که مرا نوشته این خوانده ماندنم ز چیست
مرا بخوان که قصه امقصه سرگشتگی ام
بر لب تشنه گیج و ماتجان به سر از تشنگی ام
ای تو همیـشه همه جا من به کجا رسـیده ام
اسیر لعنتم.هنوزیا به خدا رسـیده ام
چرا هر آنچه ساختم یکی یکی خراب شد
چرا حدیث بودنم سوال بی جواب شد
قفل معما شده ام کلید آن به دست کیست
ای که مرا نوشته این خوانده ماندنم ز چیست

Line Three

The calligrapher wrote three lines of script

One only he could read
One, he and others could read
One, neither he nor others could read
That third line is me, that third line is me
Read me, read me, oh your speech enchants everyone.
Oh so simple and so complex, words' utmost reach you are.
The realm of speech has narrowed, release the knot in your breath
Bring me to meaning, come before speech begins
Read me, read me, for I am your third line
Lost in my own realm from eternity or from my beginning.
Read me, for my tale is a tale of wandering
Parched lips confused and dazed, my soul consumed by thirst.
Oh you who are always, everywhere. Where have I ended up?
Am I still a prisoner of damnation, or have I reached God?
Why is it that all I have built is destroyed one by one?
Why has the story of my existence become an unanswered question?

I have become a riddle's lock, in whose hands is its key?
Oh you who wrote me, what is this burden of being I am left with?
Read me, my story is a tale of wandering
Parched lips confused and dazed, my soul consumed by thirst.
Oh you who are always, everywhere. Where have I ended up?
Am I still a prisoner of damnation, or have I reached God?
Why is it that all I have built is destroyed one by one?
Why has the story of my existence become an unanswered question?
I have become a riddle's lock, in whose hands is its key?
Oh you who wrote me, what is this burden of being I am left with?