از جهان به رخ
Az Jahan Be Rokh
“From This World by Your Face”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
From the world without his face I turn away The nightingale and the flower I all turn to dust
I am not happy — his distance has made my heart blood-filled Therefore I lament against every mountain and ridge
My pain, my sorrow — is there nothing, after all? Like a lament I will make an impression on your stone heart
The flower is for you, the tulip for you, the cypress for you, the grace All for you — I sing all this praise of the garden
Transliteration
Az jahan be rokh o sarfe nazar mekonam Bulbul o gul ra hamagi khak ba-sar mekonam
Khosh neyam doree o karda mara khoon jegar Ze-aan hame nalah ba har koh o kamar mekonam
Ranje man, ghosaye man hich magar aqebat Nala san bar dil sange tu asar mekonam
Gule ba tu, lala ba tu, sarw ba tu, naz adaa Bahre tu man wasfe chaman ein hama sar mekonam
متن اصلی
از جهان بی رخ او صرف نظر می کنم بلبل و گل را همگی خاک بسر می کنم
خوش نيم دوری او کرده مرا خون جگر زان همی ناله به هر کوه و کمر می کنم
رنج من، غصه ی من هيچ مگر عاقبت ناله سان بر دل سنگ تو اثر می کنم
گل به تو، لاله به تو، سرو به تو، ناز ادا بهر تو من وصف چمن اين همه سر می کنم
From the world without his face I turn away — the nightingale and flower turned to dust. The heart is blood-filled from distance; every mountain and ridge receives the lament.
About This Recording
The opening gesture — turning away from the world in the beloved's absence — draws on one of the ghazal tradition's oldest positions: the world loses its color and the speaker its orientation when separated from the source. The nightingale and the flower, the two entities most associated with the garden of love (the nightingale sings to the rose, the rose blooms for the nightingale), are both reduced to dust when the beloved is not present.
'I am not happy — his distance has made my heart blood-filled / Therefore I lament against every mountain and ridge' — the lament is directed at the landscape rather than at any human audience. Mountains and ridges are addressed because they are permanent, because they will hear the complaint and hold it the way stone holds an echo. The Persian tradition of the 'complaint against the mountain' (shikwa be koh) has roots in classical lyric.
The final stanza turns and addresses the beloved directly: all the garden's beauty — flower, tulip, cypress — is sung in the beloved's honor. The reversal is complete: the speaker who opened by turning away from the world closes by praising it as entirely belonging to the beloved. The world has not changed; only the beloved's position in it has been acknowledged.
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