به خدا تنگ است دلم

Ba Khuda Tang Ast Delam

By God My Heart Is Constricted

Ahmad ZahirThe MastersStudio · Dari

Lyrics

Lyrics updated · July 2026

English Translation

By God my heart is tight My heart is tight, tight Neither does she kindle the fire, nor does it melt from grief Perhaps my heart is of stone Of stone, of stone

After those dark eyes, after those lip colors After your sincerity, after that simplicity

After the secret of seeing you, after the way you spoke O fresh and moist flower — after your body's fragrance

After that manner of glance, after that grace and coquetry After your pleasant speech, after the sound of your voice

Transliteration

Ba khoda tang ast dilam tang ast dilam, tang ast dilam Na o atash megirad na ze gham aab meshawad Magar az sang ast dilam Sang ast dilam sang ast dilam

Pase aan chashme seya, pase an rang laban Pas yak rangey tu pase an sadagi ha

Pase penhan didanat pase tarze sokhanat Ay gule taza o tar pase atre badanat

Pase an tarze negah pase an naz o adaa Pase goftare khoshat pase ahango sada

متن اصلی

بخدا تنگ است دلم تنگست دلم تنگست دلم نه او آتش میگیرد نه زغم آب می شود مگر از سنگ است دلم سنگست دلم سنگست دلم

پس آن چشم سیاه پس آن رنگ لبان پس یک رنگی تو پس آن سادگی ها

پس پنهان دیدنت پس طرز سخنت ای گل تازه و تر پس عطر بدنت

پس آن طرز نگاه پس آن ناز و ادا پس گفتار خوشت پس آهنگ صدا

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By God my heart is tight, tight — perhaps of stone. A catalog of what is missed: dark eyes, lip colors, sincerity, the fragrance of the body, the manner of a glance, the sound of a voice.

About This Recording

Ba Khuda Tang Ast Delam opens with a paradox: the heart is tight (tang — constricted, oppressed) yet 'neither does she kindle the fire, nor does it melt from grief.' Tightness usually implies pressure building toward release — either fire or tears. But this heart does neither. It is perhaps of stone, the speaker wonders, repeating 'of stone, of stone' as if testing the hypothesis against the interior evidence.

The second and third stanzas are structured as an anaphoric catalog, each element introduced by 'after' (pas az, or bad az): after those dark eyes, after those lip colors, after your sincerity, after that simplicity. The 'after' is temporal — the speaker is in the period of aftermath, taking inventory of what existed and is now absent. The catalog is also a form of lamentation: to name each thing precisely is to feel each absence precisely.

The final elements are auditory: 'after your pleasant speech, after the sound of your voice.' The voice is typically the last thing remembered and the last thing that fades. Zahir, whose own voice was among the most recognized in Afghanistan, understood the acoustic texture of a person — the way a specific voice creates a specific presence. To list the sound of the beloved's voice as the final absence is to end the catalog at its most intimate point.

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