عاشق رویت من
Ashiqe Royat Man
“I Am a Lover of Your Face”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
I am in love with your face, I am bound by your hair I am slain by you, O beautiful cypress
You have a beautiful face, you have grace and coquetry You have a place in my heart, a place in my heart
O with your face like daylight — lock your eye to mine Set my heart ablaze with its fire, O beautiful beloved
Transliteration
Ashiqe royat man bastaye moyat man Koshtaye khoyat man sarwe zebaa
Roy zebaa daari naaz o adaa daari Ba dilam jaa dari ba dilam jaa
Ay rukhat hamchoon roz chashm bar chashmam doz Ze aatashash qalbam soz yaar-e zebaa
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عاشق رویت من بستـۀ مویت من کُشتـۀ خـویـت من ســــروی زیـبــا
روی زیـبــا داری نـــاز و ادا داری بـه دلـــم جــا داری بـه دلــــم جــا
ای رُخَت همچون روز چشم بر چشمم دوز ز آتـشش قـلـبـم ســـوز یــار زیـبــا
I am in love with your face, I am bound by your hair, I am slain by you — a direct beauty poem built on the three classical attributes of the Persian beloved: face, hair, bearing.
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'I am in love with your face, I am bound by your hair / I am slain by you, O beautiful cypress' — the three attributes arrive in rapid sequence: face (roya), hair (zolf), and the cypress figure (sarv-e-khosh-kheramat). In Persian poetry, the beloved's form is described through a set of fixed comparisons developed over centuries: face like the moon, hair like chains or night, figure like the cypress tree in its tall elegance.
'You have a beautiful face, you have grace and coquetry / You have a place in my heart, a place in my heart' — the repetition of 'a place in my heart' is musical rather than emphatic; it names the internal location that corresponds to all the external beauty just described. The beloved is held somewhere inside the speaker, not just admired from outside.
'O with your face like daylight — lock your eye to mine / Set my heart ablaze with its fire, O beautiful beloved' — the request is paradoxical: the face like daylight (roshan chun rooz) asked to set something ablaze. Light that burns rather than illuminates. The poem ends with the conventional vocabulary of the love ghazal, but its directness keeps it from feeling merely formal.
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