ای پادشاه خوبان
Ay Padshahe Khooban
“O King of the Beautiful”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
O king of beauties — help me from the grief of loneliness My heart without you has reached life's end — it is time you returned
This garden's rose does not stay fresh and blooming always Help the weak ones in the time of their strength
O you — my pain is my cure on the bed of failure O you — the memory of you is my companion in the corner of loneliness
There is no thinking for oneself in the world of the rend It is disbelief in this creed to be self-seeing and self-opinionated
Transliteration
Ay padshahe khooban dad az ghame tanhaye Dil be tu ba jan aamad waqt ast ke bas ayee
Dayem gule ein bostan shadab namemanad Daryab zahefan raa dar waqte tawanaye
Ay darde tu-am darman dar bestare nakami Wa ay yade tu-am mones dar goshaye tanhaye
Fekre khod o raye khod dar alame rendi nest Kofor ast dar ein mazhab khod bini o khod raye
متن اصلی
ای پادشه خوبان داد از غم تنهایی دل بی تو به جان آمد وقت است که بازآیی
دایم گل این بستان شاداب نمیماند دریاب ضعیفان را در وقت توانایی
ای درد توام درمان در بستر ناکامی و ای یاد توام مونس در گوشه تنهایی
فكری خود و رای خود در عالم رندی نيست كفر است درين مذهب خود بينی و خودرايی
O king of beauties — help me from the grief of loneliness; the garden's rose does not stay fresh forever; there is no self-regard in the world of the rend.
About This Recording
Ay Padshahe Khooban draws its ghazal from Hafiz, who frequently uses the figure of the 'king of beauties' (padshahe khooban) — the beloved elevated to royal station, with the lover as a subject petitioning the throne. The appeal from weakness is the appropriate mode of address: you are king, I am the afflicted one; help accordingly.
The garden image cuts through: 'This garden's rose does not stay fresh and blooming always / Help the weak ones in the time of their strength.' The transience of beauty is turned into an argument for mercy — if the rose does not last, then the time for generosity is now, while both parties still have the capacity for it. Hafiz rarely argues from abstract principle; he argues from the specific, time-bound nature of the world.
The final couplet names the rend's code: 'There is no thinking for oneself in the world of the rend / It is disbelief in this creed to be self-seeing and self-opinionated.' The rend (the antinomian Sufi lover) has renounced self-regard as the foundational act of their devotion. Self-opinion — holding views about oneself — is declared a form of heresy in love's creed. Zahir's performance of this Hafiz text carries the paradox with exactly the right measure of playfulness.
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