آمد نفس صبح
Amad Nafase Sobho
“The Breath of Morning Has Come”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
The morning breath came but brought not your greeting It brought your fragrance but not your message
Either you gave no greeting to the morning breeze Or the morning, from jealousy, did not bring your greeting
I wrote a letter and entrusted it to the dove What use — my fortune did not carry it to your rooftop
I entrusted heart and soul to the wind to carry to you Of these two, I do not know which one it failed to deliver
Transliteration
Amad nafase sobh o salamat narasanid Boye tu byaward o payamat narasanid
Ya tu ba dame sobho salame nasopordi Ya sobhdam az rashk salamat narasanid
Man nama naweshtam ba kabootar besopordam Che sodo ke bakhtam soye bamat narasanid
Bar bado sepordam dil o jan ta ba tu aarad Ze-ein har do nadanam ke kodamash narasanid
متن اصلی
آمد نفس صبح و سلامت نرسانيد بوی تو بياورد و پيامت نرسانيد
يا تو به دم صبح سلامی نسپردی يا صبحدم از رشک سلامت نرسانيد
من نامه نوشتم به کبوتر بسپردم چه سود که بختم سوی بامت نرسانيد
بر باد سپردم دل و جان تا به تو آرد زين هر دو ندانم که کدامش نرسانيد
The morning breeze came but brought only fragrance, not the greeting — either it was never sent, or morning jealousy intercepted it. The dove failed too, and fortune refused to carry even heart and soul to the rooftop.
About This Recording
The morning breeze (nafa-ye sobh) is one of the most ancient messenger figures in Persian poetry — the wind that travels from the beloved's quarter and carries news. Its failure here is the poem's central problem. The fragrance arrives (the breeze has been near the beloved) but the greeting does not. Something was lost in transit, and the speaker methodically traces the possible failure points.
Two hypotheses are proposed for why the greeting did not come: either the beloved did not send it, or the morning itself — personified as jealous — withheld it. The second hypothesis is both more flattering to the beloved and more unsettling, since it implicates the natural world itself in the conspiracy against the speaker's peace.
The final couplet reaches the deepest register of loss: the speaker sent not just a letter but heart and soul together with the wind, and does not know which of the two the wind failed to deliver. The uncertainty is precise — both heart and soul are now unaccounted for, somewhere between the speaker and the beloved, in the hands of a fortune (bakht) that has proven unreliable throughout the poem.
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