طلایه‌دار

Dariush

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تک آهنگ - Single

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طلایه‌دار

Forerunner

Oh you are the great remaining!

Oh forerunner of day!

The shade spreads across the body

From the past until now

Oh your sound, you are the sound of light, in the night of rotting

Oh the generosity of your suffering, is your best kissing/regards

For this eastern body that was given to the wind, you are the salubrity of the feeling of the fatherland

You are the night of a century of ice's enemy, you are the blossoming of my history

If my poem is a whisper in the bazaar of noise

If the beat of my heart is the buzz of a moth

To you I scream, oh you that is a miracle worker

Oh that you bring this nightfall to the sunrise

For this eastern body that was given to the wind, you are the salubrity of the feeling of the fatherland

You are the night of a century of ice's enemy, you are the blossoming of my history

Oh you, the great companion of all the broken hearts

Oh you, the beloved salve to whatever hands are calloused

On which summit do you sit, you that the world is below your feet?

The sorrow of empty hands, its trembling is your pure voice

[Declamation]

In the century of smoke and iron, you are the messenger of flowers and light

You are the doubtless compassion, the prideful truth

For this eastern body that was given to the wind, you are the salubrity of the feeling of the fatherland

You are the night of a century of ice's enemy, you are the blossoming of my history

You are the expositor of love, you are the forerunner of the morning

The victor of my history, you, yourself, are the commander of the morning

Your name; the name of my night, to the glory of the name of greatness

You are blessed and beloved, like the altar of man

For this eastern body that was given to the wind, you are the salubrity of the feeling of the fatherland

You are the night of a century of ice's enemy, you are the blossoming of my history

For this eastern body that was given to the wind, you are the salubrity of the feeling of the fatherland

You are the night of a century of ice's enemy, you are the blossoming of my history

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armonmashayekh

submitted on 18 aoû 2022 - 21:23

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Commentaires de l’auteur·e :

This song was made for the last king of Iran, Mohammed Reza Pahlavi, for the sake of appeasement. At the time, Dariush, the poets, and songwriters he worked with were imprisoned for their political songs against the Shah (Bonbast, Jangal, Booye Gandom, etc.). This song, and Rasoole Rastakhiz, (both praises of the king) was their condition to get out of prison.