A Shirazi folk-song sung by the incomparable Kiosk with film quotes from the lysergic realist Parajanov‘s The Color of Pomegranates.
Here are the Persian lyrics.
Here is my translation:
Come, Oh Beloved
Come, Oh Beloved.
Come, You who hold my heart.
My heart pines for You.
I am worthy of You. Come! [twice]
My Beloved is my dear.
She is my shining moon.
Come, come
Before me! [twice]
My Beloved is my dear.
She is my jewel.
She soothes my soul.
Come, come
Before me! [twice]
Come, Oh Beloved.
Come, You who hold my heart.
My heart pines for You.
I am worthy of You. Come! [six times]
My heart pines for You.
Tags: folk music, Sergei Parajanov
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thank so much for posting Parajanov’s masterpiece – I can now send it to my Iranian friends in the city!
He was a genius. There never was and never will be anyone like him.