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Fourth Chapter: The Subterranean of Kay-Khosrow歌词-Sepand Dadbeh&Khorshid Dadbeh&

Fourth Chapter: The Subterranean of Kay-Khosrow歌词由Sepand Dadbeh&Khorshid Dadbeh&Exra演唱,出自专辑《Night in Neyshabur》,下面是《Fourth Chapter: The Subterranean of Kay-Khosrow》完整版歌词!

Fourth Chapter: The Subterranean of Kay-Khosrow歌词

Fourth Chapter: The Subterranean of Kay-Khosrow歌词完整版

** PERSIAN POETRY **

Yesterday This Day's Madness did prepare;
 Tomorrow’s Silence, Triumph, or Despair:
 Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why:
 Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where

But finally the only thing they find is a mirror. So they ask the Hoopoe again: Where is the Simorgh? He answers: You have to look in the mirror to see the Simorgh!

 (Because “si morgh” means literally “30 birds” in Persian).

So they look at it and at that moment the sun is reborn. Everything is new.
Yes, this is the Story of Yalda, the longest night of the year, a celebration of Praise and Prayer and of Joy and Dance.

Dawn is near and a magical force is whispering, breathing fresh air, high on a bright mountain, where there is neither night, nor darkness, nor cold wind, nor heat, nor deadly disease, nor pollution.
The birth of fire from a stone. Only thirty birds were able to find their king, the Simorgh.

** PERSIAN POETRY **

And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press 
 End in what All begins and ends in — Yes; 
 Think then you are Today what Yesterday 
 You were — Tomorrow you shall not be less.

Now the wise man called the two philosophers to look inside the grail. And then they understood that the grail is not important, but what’s inside is important. The image they see inside the grail is their own happiness.

Now I ask you, to look inside your cup: What’s inside is not important!
Wine, with the color of a rusty mirror or a bleeding heart…

Now tell me what do you see?
Yourself.
You are joy and freedom!

** PERSIAN POETRY **

Eram indeed is gone with all its Rose,
 And Jamshid's Sev'n-ring'd Cup where no-one knows; 
 But still the Vine her ancient Ruby yields,
 And still a Garden by the Water blows.

And look — a thousand Blossoms with the Day
 Woke — and a thousand scatter'd into Clay:
 And this first Summer Month that brings the Rose
 Shall take Jamshid and KeyKhosrow away.

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