Lyrics of Ghoghnoos Ahmad Shamloo In English

The phoenix of the well-read bird, the fame of the world

left by the cold winds

blowing on the bamboo horns.
The
person sits

around him to each horned head of the birds.



He combines the lost groans

of a torn string of hundreds of distant sounds.

In clouds like a dark line on a mountain, the

wall creates an imaginary building

.



Since then, the yellowness of the sun

has faded on the wave and peaked on the shore.
The
call of the jackal and the villager

has lit the hidden fire of the house.

Red to the eye, the flame of wisdom

draws a line under the two big eyes of the night.

Wanderers

are in transit from far away places.

He

jumps out of the place where he has chosen that rare tune as it is.

Among the things that are tied, he looks forward

with the light and darkness of this long night

.

A place where there are no plants, and no

sunscreen bursts on its stones.

No, this earth and its life are a pleasant thing.

He feels that the desire of the chickens

is as dark as smoke, if a few of their hopes

are like a harvest of fire

in their eyes and their white morning.

He feels that his life is like that of

other birds, and

he is in a state of

suffering that they cannot name.
The bird that was




glorified in that place of fire

has now turned into a hell, closed from

tail to tail and gives a

sharp eye wink.

On the hills,

suddenly, when it flutters its wings instead of pros, it

makes a cry of flour from the bottom of the heart, painful and bitter.

He

pours himself into the awe of the fire because of his inner suffering.

A strong wind blows and the chicken is burning!

The ashes have stored the tension of the chicken!

So his chickens came to the door from his ashes.

ترانه سرا : احمد شاملو