A keresés eredménye oldal 2

The Corrupt World of People

Throw away the corrupt world of people
and while being away (from it)
get used to the aroma of your own essence
Lay in ambush for your world
and then turn your hunters
into gazelles with the arrow of miracle
 
Winters are long
and snow is not a good prescription
for the coughing of (flower) vases
There is no flower left, be a flower yourself
Plant yourself and bloom
Pick yourself and smell yourself
 
My heart is a Daf1, oh canebrakes
The illegible Sufi look
The troubled world of Molana2
The troubled mouth of Molana
You are my Khanqah3
Whirl and say Ya Haqq4 and Ya Hoo5 with me
 
It's night (time), turn beautiful on your own
and bear (patiently) a few months
then give birth to me
Shine on my night, oh sea
and under your feathers,
turn my ugly duckling into a swan
 
No one hears us
If you intend to speak
and feel the pain to talk
If you are your own mouth
If you are your own tongue
turn to your own ears
 
Two cut-from-shoulder (ones)
Two shy (ones), two crazy (ones)
I'm two hands who want
to embrace you, oh forest
Give some support, attention, something
to these two shy (plant) stems
 
I'm copper that (is why) I'm scattered
I'm inflicted with pain and misery
You're impartial that (is why) you are gold
With the magic of your justness
turn yourself into yourself
but turn me into a (weighing) scale
 
Kiss yourself since your lips
still taste of honey
Seek yourself since your embrace
still desires a hug
Plant yourself and bloom
Pick yourself and smell yourself
 

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• 5. A dhikr by dervishes calling to God

Please Tell the First Knuckle of Your Thumb

Please tell the first knuckle of your thumb
to have a little bit more patience
Out of stinginess, my doorbell will have a stroke
if your hand leans a bit toward the door
 
You knock on the door to enter my lonliness
but it is not unlikely that when you leave
the door itself abandons its home and, like me,
becomes a wanderer searching for your knocking
 
It's been years that this unfortunate turtle hatchling
hatches and runs toward you
but it is destined that at the final step,
that is on the verge of the sea, it flip over
 
I tossed and turned for 9 months and I persevered
to become, in that womb, a piece of clothing so that you would wear me
or cup of wine so that you would drink me
Any sperm that does not like to become a boy!
 
Any sperm that does not like to become a bump
I said (to myself), 'I would become a bump, a bump inside you
and I would swell more and more, and with my growth
your madness would also grow'
 
But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
 
But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
 
- But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
to constantly desire you so that the desire
would die away being embarrassed by its inability
 
Your hand is blessed that slaps (in the) ears
Your hand is blessed that bring (one) back to consciousness
Oh, Jesus of blessed hands! Hit me
so that a dead (one) is given the honor of coming back to life
 
But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
 
But I became a boy to desire you
I become constantly restless to desire you
 

Cut in the Name of Your God

- What wisdom is there in this kind of death
in this most romantic death
and (in) taking the brain to the space
and (in) taking the tears to the bathroom
What wisdom is there that at the outset
my eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 
Cut in the name of your God
since the gentleness of Ebrahim's dagger
is due to the sharpness of (religious) instructions
Do not forget your perpetrators
(as) you are an obligatory decree
and love is an execution (firing) squad
 
Burn me in the hands of (a) sigh
since my burning is (only) smoke
Wrap me in the shroud in coughs
as my body is smoke all over
and my mouth 1 in filled with smoke
Your sorrow is the thickest puff (of smoke)
Oh...
 
And my mouth in filled with smoke
Your sorrow is the thickest puff (of smoke)
Oh...
 
- My eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 
The syringes, all red
and the colors, all red
Sama2 of Molavis3, red
the world, end to end, red
as a mark of your ruddy rouge
still remains on the edge of this cup
 
Tell me (you) unique star
in the solitude of the observatory
what urn broke that day
that after the passage of 900 years
still its hands4 remain wrapped
around the neck of Khayyam?
Oh...
 
Still its hands remain wrapped
around the neck of Khayyam?
Oh...
 
See how captivated I am
Kill me such that after death
I die a thousand times
your machinations, do you see?
I am the pure vein of the emir [ruler]
who is preparing to bathe
 
What wisdom is there in this kind of death
in this most romantic death
and (in) taking the brain to the space
and (in) taking the tears to the bathroom
What wisdom is there that at the outset
my eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 
What wisdom is there that at the outset
my eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 
- my eyes are fixed on the final (end)
 

• 1. The text uses the word نخ به نخ which is intentionally ambiguous. نخ could be read as a 'thread' or as a unit for 'cigarettes'. نخ به نخ in the earlier sense, means unraveling of the threads and in the latter, refers to chain smoking. Obviously, difficult to translate!
• 2. Whirling dance:
  
• 3. Disciplies of Molavi:
  
• 4. the hands could refer to the handle of the urn as well

Désirée

I raised my hand
In the captives’ banquet
So that you can keep your head up
Until the end of the world
 
I raised my hand
To find a way to your heart
So that you can see with how much love
I accept this defeat
 
You: a storm
Me: an island
Me: Napoleon
You: Désirée
 
Except for you,
Who can take away
the entire world from me?
 
The point of my absolute surrender,
was the point of my peace
I mesmerized your name,
this was my whole revolt
 
When I am in your atmosphere,
I own the entire earth
I have given up all my world
to sit under your umbrella
 
The excitement
of being surrendered by you
was in my body, every moment
 
The best image of my life
was the picture of me
kneeling in front of you
 
Désirée by Hussein Safa
 

With the Sawdust

Along with the sawdust
I spit out the taste of being awake
With my coughs every night,
I feel the pain of being a carpenter, while asleep
 
I’m so sad for being a ladder
I’m so sad for being the sky
(Instead,)
I should practice being avwall
 
Like the fishes, I die in oil
The dirty sea
is slowly lessening my abundance
 
When I don’t die
I'm a troublemaker
And a limiting factor of life
But anyway,
One must tolerate
Being an overload
 
From my chest, the Bams (1)
With a mountain of sadness
Shook constantly
 
So I buried the livelihood
with myself,
along with all the humans
 
Once upon a time,
If a crow swallowed a fox
there’s no reason to be afraid
Alas!
If one day,
the soap learns how to be an impostor (2)
 
[Many things] have leaked out
Out of my grave: Bahram (3)
From my jar: Khayyam (4)
From my drunk behavior,
Hafez (5) is learning
how to be wide-awake!
 
When I don’t die
I'm a troublemaker
And a limiting factor of life
But anyway,
One must tolerate
Being an overload
 
1. Bam: A small city in the Kerman province of southeastern Iran that was destroyed by an earthquake in 2003, with the death toll amounting to at least 26,271 people and injuring up to 30,000.
2. The Fox and the Crow: A famous story in which the fox tricks the crow and takes away his soap by giving him false compliments.
3. Bahram: Bahram V, also known as Bahram-e-Goor (Goor in Persian is used to refer to graves and zebras), was the fifteenth king of the Sasanian Empire who hunted zebras his entire life and finally was placed in a grave after a hunting accident.
4. Khayyam: A famous Persian poet and scientist, known for his poetic references to wine jars.
5. Hafez: A famous Persian poet known for having a broad life perspective and being wide-awake.
 

Boat-less Oar

Versions: #2
My eyes are two arrogant soldiers
that have been away from their loved one for a long time
Two soldiers that two lonely women
are washing clothes in their worries
 
My hands are two handle-less knives
Two big hand-tied locks
Two oars, two boat-less oars
Two ships with ten tired anchors
 
My throat is the most unfrequented dead-end alley
My head is the most intractable fountain of the square
A cup of coffee in the most woeful café
A passenger in the stray streets
 
I closed my eyes and opened them and saw
that someone has made a sky out of my closed wings
Someone has become an incubus, pressing my chest
Someone has made a ladder out of my bones
 
My head: a bunch of shabby books
A hot air balloon with a torn rope
A person who is sentenced to death
Who has no hope for life
But life still attracts him
 
It was not that life was more than I deserved
Neither it was written on my forehead to be little
Either way, I was not mugging
I just wanted to be like myself
 
I ruined my throat from singing
but these people said
That I'm mental, and not a lover
Nobody believed that this shape-less man
agrees with nothing but love
 
Boat-less Oar by Hussein Safa
 

Joseph

Versions: #2
There was regret
and nothing but regret was shining in the night
Each spring that dried up,
turned into tears and dropped down our eyes
 
I'm upset with fate,
I wish there was an end to suffering
If Joseph truly had brothers,
he wouldn't have ended up in a well
 
The heart was boiling like a fountain,
When God broke people’s urns everyday
And made hearts with the shattered pieces
 
With the pieces of my heart
He made urns, continuously
Alack!
Every night,
he turned blood and soil into mud for me
 
Sow and reap
Reap and donate
God's earth belongs to everybody
Behold and be brave
Be brave and be outspoken
God eternally belongs to everyone
 
As far as my eyes could see
and as much as I could trust,
My eyes lost trust in all they witnessed
 
I was a pain-inducing potion,
made from a blend of headache and trouble
With each new medicine, my pain grew deeper
 
I am more seared [from the sun] than before,
where are you Moon?
In which spring can I find your reflection?
... Here, all I can see is a tight and dark corridor
Here, no matter where I look, I can't find the path to a shelter
... my grand spirit, do you now realize how small the world is?
 
Sow and reap
Reap and donate
God's earth belongs to everybody
 
Sow and reap
Reap and donate
God's earth belongs to everybody
Behold and be brave
Be brave and be outspoken
God eternally belongs to everyone
 
Joseph by Hussein Safa
 

Slaves of the night

A solitary alley
At night you hear, ha!
Money and watches
And hum of motor
 
You are slaves of the night
Slaves of the night
 
You always run without stopping
From one place to the other place
The sirens goes one after the other
Accelerate to escape
 
You are slaves of the night
Slaves of the night
 
You scored off them again
Dawn will be soon
The celebration is over
You are a night birds
 
You are slaves of the night
Slaves of the night
 

جمعه

روزها قاتلمن غیر از جمعه که خون ریز تره یه زمستون سردم بگو برمیگردم
 
شب ها بیدارم همه شب هایی که بی تو مردم همه زخمایی که همه عمرم از فراغت خوردم
 

Don't Break My Heart

your hobby is playing with my sad and exhausted heart
you don't remember all of those promises i made to you
despite all this cruelty, look how i kept my promises and vows
don't break my heart
swear to God someday my curse will cast upon you
don't you say you don't know
don't you say you don't know my heart is full of a burning curse
don't you say you don't know
don't you say you don't know all this lover does is crying day and night
don't make my heart crazy
someday my curse will cast upon you
don't you say you don't know
don't you say you don't know my heart is full of a burning curse
don't you say you don't know
don't you say you don't know all this lover does is crying day and night
 

I'm feeling under the weather again

It's been two days that the world has become more of the cage that it used to be
Give me some breath (of life), I'm feeling under the weather again
Have my back, they say you're a man of faith
And your breath of life works better than (my own) breath
 
There's always something wrong with my life
Oh, my heart bleeds for my life
There's always something wrong with my life
Oh, my heart bleeds for my life
 
I've already forgotten
what my cure is, what my pain is
I don't care (anymore)
who is not here and who is here with me
 
There's always something wrong with my life
I need a new death instead of my life
Don't let me die of this biting poison
I want to once come out of this game as a winner
 
There's always something wrong with my life
Oh, my heart bleeds for my life
There's always something wrong with my life
Oh, my heart bleeds for my life
 

Cheerfulness

swearing to God I always ask God
Our separation time never happen
so we will be together
but this alley had no end
don't take my dreams
I wanna be with with you , just you
My love, don't underrate my love
don't underrate my love
This much cheerfulness will end someday
if the alley had no end our life have
Be with me forever
All of my life
don't take my life
Don't speak about leaving
 

Ba Man Bemoon - با من بمون (Stay with me)

You opened your eyes, and my life changed (upside down)
You closed your eyes and again my darkness started
Your hair is the galaxy and your eyes are it is stars
The Solar system are your Earrings
 
Who between the kinds is kind like you,
نامهربونی با تو بد نیست بد شگونه
 
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
 
It was night, i had my eyes closed
The sun rose, i was sitting beside you
I opened my eyes, i saw no sign of you
I saw that except you in my life there is no dearer
 
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
Stay with me...
 

Our Orthodox Faith

The eternal faith, the old faith,
The faith of our sacred emperors,
The eternal faith, the glorious faith,
Our Orthodox Faith! The faith of the regiment and princes,
And national knights.
The eternal faith, the glorious faith,
Our Orthodox Faith! It has given birth to knights,
And it has raised the saints.
The eternal faith, the glorious faith,
Our Orthodox Faith!
It melts our heart, it nerves our will
How could search for faith better than this?
The eternal faith, the glorious faith,
Our Orthodox Faith!
 
This religion is good to soul
It shines to a human mind.
The eternal faith, the glorious faith,
Our Orthodox Faith!
 
It enlightened the Serbian people,
It illuminated the Serbian land.
The eternal faith, the glorious faith,
Our Orthodox Faith!
 
It enlightened the Russian people,
It illuminated the Russian land.
The eternal faith, the glorious faith,
Our Orthodox Faith!
 
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Гулдон

Ман як гулдони пур аз гул будам.....
 

I am a Serb, I am an Orthodox christian

Versions: #2
Blue blood runs in my veins
Serbdom is what matter to me more than anything
 
CHORUS 2x
God is protecting me
I have my way
I am a Serb
I am an Orthodox Christian
 
If you want to be/come with me
You have to know
The Nicene Creed
And the prayer our Father
 
CHORUS 2x
 
I celebrate my Slava*
I fast my fast
Come by me
And be my guest 2x
 
CHORUS 2x
 
*family's patron saint day