Shajarian’s Flowers – Fresh Flowers 53 – In Saadi’s Garden

Fresh Flowers 53 – In Saadi’s Garden – Chahargah mode

Shajarian’s Flowers (51)

Singers: Mohammadreza Shajarian and Ahdieh
Piano and Composer: Javad Maroufi

Speaker: Fakhri Nikzad
Ghazal (lyric) of vocal and Tasnif (song): Saadi

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Intoxicated, he emerged from his home to the flower garden,
A clamor arose from the rose and tulip all at once.
I saw the birds of the garden shouting and speaking,
Because of this bud that emerged from the edge of the meadow.
Water accepted the reflection of the color of his face,
And fire rose to the top of the pomegranate blossom.
My heart’s desire was to sacrifice my life for you,
That desire was granted, and this deed came to pass.
Saadi surrendered the garden to the plunder of autumn that day,
Because the scent of the beloved’s flower arose from his heart’s garden.

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You entered, and I departed from myself,
As if I had gone from this world to another.
My ear is listening for news from the friend,
The bearer of news came, and I was unaware.
I said, “Let me see him, so that the pain of longing
May subside.” I saw him, and I became more longing.
How can I turn my eyes away from him,
When with the first glance, I became a seer by seeing him?
They say, “Saadi, what has turned your red face yellow?”
The elixir of love fell into my copper and turned me to gold.

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