Translation of Lyrics:

Strumming the strings of his guitar,
Strumming the strings of his guitar,
A Sultan complained of his Queen.

Two wells of stars, your black eyes,
And a moonless rose, your black hair,
Your black hair, your black hair,
Two wells of stars, your black eyes.

The rosemary bush smells of your body,
The rosemary bush smells of your body,
No jasmine on earth is more tender
No jasmine on earth is more tender.

Although a powerful king, I am a beggar,
Although a powerful king, I am a beggar,
If I lack the flames of your love,
Of your love, of your love,
If I lack the fire of your love.

Do not mess with me anymore,
Do not mess with me anymore,
Because you know too well
Because you tease me
Because you tease me.

Original:

Rasgueando las cuerdas de su guitarra,
Rasgueando las cuerdas de su guitarra,
Un sultán se quejaba de su sultana.

Son dos pozos de estrellas tus ojos negros,
Y una rosa sin luna tu pelo negro,
Tu pelo negro, tu pelo negro,
Son dos pozos de estrellas, tus ojos negros.

A mata de romero huele tu cuerpo,
A mata de romero huele tu cuerpo,
No hay en la tierra mora jazmin mas tierno

No hay en la tierra mora jazmin mas tierno

Siendo un rey poderoso soy un mendigo,
Siendo un rey poderoso soy un mendigo,
Si me faltan las llamas de tu cariño,
De tu cariño, de tu cariño,
Si me faltan las llamas de tu cariño.

No te metas más conmigo,
No te metas más conmigo,
Porque de sobra tú sabes
Que tú roneas conmigo,
Que tú roneas conmigo.

Translation:

Love’s minstel has wonderful harmony and melody

Every song in his repertoire has a path to a place

May the world never be empty of the cry of lovers

Because it has a sweet and joyful voice

Although our dreg-draining Pir has neither gold nor force,

He has a sin-forgiving and fault-concealing God

My heart was honoured like this sugar-worshipping fly

Since he became Your desire, he has the splendor of the Huma

It is not far from justice, if he asks around

that king who has a beggar for a neighbor

I showed my bloody tears to the physicians, they said:

“It’s love’s pain and the burning of the liver has the cure”

Avoid the tyranny of glances, for in Love’s way

 Each act has a recompense, and every deed, a reward

That idol of a Christian wine seller well said:

“Enjoy the happiness on the face of a pure one”

O Great King!  Hafiz, a member of your court, recites the fatiha

And desires a prayer from your tongue

Original:

          مطرب عشق عجب ساز و نوایی دارد

 نقش هر نغمه که زد راه به جایی دارد

                    عالم از ناله عشاق مبادا خالی

که خوش آهنگ و فرح بخش صدايى دارد

     پیر دردی کش ما گر چه ندارد زر و زور

 خوش عطابخش و خطاپوش خدایی دارد

             محترم دار دلم کاین مگس قندپرست

 تا هواخواه تو شد فر همایی دارد

             از عدالت نبود دور گرش پرسد حال

 پادشاهی که به همسایه گدایی دارد

               اشک خونین بنمودم به طبیبان گفتند

 درد عشق است و جگرسوز دوایی دارد

         ستم از غمزه میاموز که در مذهب عشق

 هر عمل اجری و هر کرده جزایی دارد

           نغز گفت آن بت ترسابچه باده فروش

 شادی روی کسی خور که صفایی دارد

 خسروا حافظ درگاه نشین فاتحه خواند

 و از زبان تو تمنای دعایی دارد

“Flamenco is love and pain,” he said. “Heartbreak. In art there has to be pain, that is clear – it is like life, whether you want it or not, it is there.”

-Vicente Amigo in an interview

 Hafez says…

مرا می*بینی و هر دم زیادت می*کنی دردم

Marâ mibini o hardam, ziyâdat mikoni dardam

Every time you look into my eyes, you put salt into my wounds

تو را می*بینم و میلم زیادت می*شود هر دم

Tow râ mibinam o meylam ziyâdat mishavad har dam

Every time I look into your eyes, my passion soars for you

به سامانم نمی*پرسی نمی*دانم چه سر داری

Beh sâmânam nemiporsi, nemidânam cheh sar dâri

You never ask about my well being, I don’t know what you are going to do with me

به درمانم نمی*کوشی نمی*دانی مگر دردم

Beh darmânam nemikooshi, nemidâni magar dardam

You do not try to heal my wounds as if you are unaware of them

نه راه است این که بگذاری مرا بر خاک و بگریزی

Na râh ast in keh bogzâri marâ bar khâk o bogrizi

Leaving me here on the ground is not respectable

گذاری آر و بازم پرس تا خاک رهت گردم

Gozâri âr o bazam prs ta khâk-e rahat gardam

Return to me and look for me – I will be the dust of your road forever*

ندارم دستت از دامن بجز در خاک و آن دم هم

Nadaram dastat az dâman bejoz dar khâk o ân dam ham

I cannot reach you, I would only reach your skirt if I became dust**, but even in that case

که بر خاکم روان گردی بگیرد دامنت گردم

Keh bar khâkam ravân gardi, begirad dâmanat gardam

When you would walk over my dust, your skirt would absorb all of it***

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