Zaburi Ajam [Electronic resources] نسخه متنی
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O bring me back the singing. The airs of long ago;Bring back the sweet, sad music To set cold hearts aglow.Too hushed is mosque and temple, Too silent church and shrine;Stir up a thousand tumults With that dark glance of thine.Fill me the fiery gobletThat made my dust to flame:Youth thirsts anew, desirous, And youth shall quaff the same.The pipe that sets a-dancing The heart within the breast,The wine that moves the spirit And melts and soul oppressed Soft amid Persias rushesThe breeze of morning sings:Bring me the spark that trickles From those melodious strings.