Shajarian’s Songs – Fresh Flowers 102

Fresh Flowers 102

Fresh Flowers 102 – Dashti Vocal

Shajarian’s Flowers (66)

❗️Some performances of Fresh Flowers have a longer version that is only available in the IRIB archive, and some of these programs have been broadcast on the radio after the revolution. This issue also has a more complete version that we had previously placed another version of this performance.

Singer: Mohammadreza Shajarian
Santur: Faramarz Payvar
Kamancheh: Rahmatollah Badiei
Tar: Houshang Zarrif
Oud: Hassan Manouchehri
Tombak: Mohammad Esmaeili

Speaker: Azar Pajouhesh
Ghazal Vocal: Saadi
Lyrics: Shoorideh Shirazi

We decided to present all of Mohammadreza Shajarian’s radio programs under the title “Shajarian’s Flowers” with a specific schedule in cooperation with the esteemed Khaneh Shajarian website.

We have created a separate project on the site called Radio Performances for you great people. The difference between that project and the Shajarian’s Flowers collection is in refining the works that we present in the Shajarian’s Flowers project. Of course, we have tried to put the best available quality of works in Radio Performances as well.

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Fresh Flowers 102

You may not miss us
That in your host, there are no less than us
I lay my face in the world from your hand
But there is no one like you in the world

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I want to comb your tresses every moment
I fear it will disturb the state of everyone, your narcissus eye, drunkenly drunkenly
I want to draw antimony on your eyebrow, your face, every moment
I fear it will madden many, like me, your narcissus eye, madly madly
Come to our house one night, solve two hundred of our problems
O our beautiful beloved, your pain has become our soul and spirit
I want to draw kohl on your eye, your eye, every moment
I fear it will disturb the state of everyone, your narcissus eye, drunkenly drunkenly
I want to kiss your face, your face, every moment
I fear it will make many cry, like me, your narcissus eye, lovingly lovingly

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