Fresh Flowers 71 – Homayun Mode
Shajarian’s Flowers (57)
Singers: Mohammadreza Shajarian and Sima Bina
Santur: Mansour Saremi
Violin: Habib–ollah Badiei
Composer: Salim Farzan
Arrangement: Javad Maroufi
Narrator: Fakhri Nikzad
Ghazal Vocal: Saadi
Poem Ballad: Simin Behbahani
We decided to provide all the radio programs of Mohammadreza Shajarian under the title “Shajarian’s Flowers” with a specific schedule, in cooperation with the esteemed Shajarian’s House page.
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 the refinement of the works that we present in the Shajarian’s Flowers project. Of course, we tried to put the best available quality of works in the Radio Performances as well.
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Online broadcast of Fresh Flowers 71:
You made no promise that you ultimately broke
You sat me on a burning fire and did not sit
You showed the foundation of love that did not last
You tied me to a bond, you escaped from the snare
You broke my heart and left, against the condition of love
Be careful now that you have broken the glass
If you had a glance at the prisoners
The cure for my pain is first, that you bought innocent
If someone worships you, I will not blame him
You too, look in the mirror that you worship yourself
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You have seated me in the corner of silence
You have entrusted me to the hand of oblivion
Come again like the past
Come for God’s sake, come
Your warm embrace no longer seeks me
Why have you become so strange to me, why
As far as I know, if we look
You don’t recognize me, it’s like I’m someone else
I was a black spot in your eyes
Now I am an unbelievable image
My پیمانه is empty of me
I am no longer familiar with مستی
I have in my mind my love and my past
Sea, sea, God, my heart shines for me
In the banquet of your solitude, call me again one night
Maybe the silence of the night will break from the sound of my footsteps
I still worship you, but you don’t believe
I am a candle that you are putting out
You didn’t know, God, that I’m still waiting for you
You pass by me when you don’t see a trace
Your warm embrace no longer seeks me
Why have you become so strange to me, why
