ای خدا مادر من
Ay Khuda Madare Man
“O God, My Mother”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
O God O God! Give me back my mother Give me back my mother — my star, my jewel Give me back my mother who raised me tenderly
Separated from my mother's face, I swear by your threshold The necklace around my neck is your moon and your sky The light of your stars burns within my soul
By your pure name, by the greatness of your Quran Spring and autumn are thorns in my eyes The earth and the autumn are narrow in my eyes without her
Transliteration
Ay khuda! Ay khuda! madare man baz ba man deh Madare man akhtare man gawhare man baz ba man deh madare naz parware man baz ba man deh
Juda ze roye madaram qasam ba asetane tu Halqa shoda ba gardanam mah tu asomane tu Shohla zanad ba jane man noore setaragane tu
Qasam ba naame pake tu bozorgeye qurane tu Khar bowad ba chashme man bahar tu khazane tu Tang bowad ba chashme man zameene tu zamaane tu
متن اصلی
ای خدا ای خــدا ! مادر من باز به من ده مادر من اختر من گوهر من باز به من ده مادر ناز پرور من باز به من ده
جدا ز روی مادرم قسم به آستان تو حلقه شده به گردنم ماه تو آسمان تو شعله زند به جان من نور ستارگان تو
قسم به نام پاک تو بزرگی قرآن تو خار بود به چشم من بهار تو خزان تو تنگ بود به چشم من زمین تو خزان تو
O God, give me back my mother — my star, my jewel; separated from her face, spring and autumn are both thorns; by your Quran, the world itself has narrowed in her absence.
About This Recording
The direct address to God (ay khuda) to restore what has been lost is one of the oldest forms of prayer in recorded poetry across every tradition. In Ahmad Zahir's catalog, songs addressed to God or that invoke divine names are relatively rare — this one is among the most personal, departing entirely from the love poetry register to address parental loss instead.
The mother is described in cosmological terms — 'my star, my jewel' — that elevate her from the domestic to the celestial. The oath sworn at the divine threshold ('I swear by your threshold') is a formal invocation of divine witness, used in situations of absolute sincerity. Zahir is placing this grief before God not as a petition alone but as a testimony that the loss is genuine and the request is made in full faith.
The final lines extend the loss outward from the personal to the seasonal: 'Spring and autumn are thorns in my eyes.' Both the season of renewal (spring) and the season of decline (autumn) are equally painful now. The world's capacity to change — to offer new beauty or mark passing time — has been converted into grief by the mother's absence. Without her, neither new seasons nor old ones bring anything but the reminder of what is missing.
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