بدوایت کونم
Badwayet Konom
“I Will Help You”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
I will curse you, I will curse you May you be warm — may your bread be all cold
I told you not to go alone on the city road — you cruel one, you went I told you not to go to the city park without us — you cruel one, you went I will curse you, I will curse you May you be warm — may your bread be all cold
I said come to my ruined little house — you said no, no I said do not look toward anyone — I saw you, you looked I will curse you, I will curse you May you be warm — may your bread be all cold
Transliteration
Badwayet konom o badwayet konom Awet garm basha, nanet hama yakh
Goftam ke ba chawk jadah tanha narawee, o zalim rafti Goftam ke ba park shahr be maa narawee, o zalim rafti Badwayet konom o badwayet konom Awet garm basha, nanet hama yakh
Goftam ke bya ba kolbaye wayrana, gofti ne ne Goftam ke basoye kas tu negah nakoni, didam didi Badwayet konom o badwayet konom Awet garm basha, nanet hama yakh
Goftam ke mafele raqiban narawee, o zalim rafti Goftam ke baghair ahd o payman nakoni, zalim kardi Badwayet konom o badwayet konom Awet garm basha, nanet hama yakh
متن اصلی
بد دعايت کنم او بد دعايت کنم اويت گرم باشه ، نانت همه يخ
گفتم که به چوک جاده تنها نروی ، او ظالم رفتی گفتم که به پارک شهر بی ما نروي ، او ظالم رفتی بد دعايت کنم او بد دعايت کنم اويت گرم باشه ، نانت همه يخ
گفتم که بيا به کلبه ويرانه ، گفتی نی نی گفتم که بسوی کس تو نگاه نکنی ، ديدم ديدی بد دعايت کنم او بد دعايت کنم اويت گرم باشه ، نانت همه يخ
گفتم که محفل رقيبان نروی ، او ظالم رفتيی گفتم که بغير عهد و پيمان نکنی ، او ظالم کردی بد دعايت کنم او بد دعايت کنم اويت گرم باشه نانت همه يخ
I will curse you — may you be warm but may your bread be cold. You went alone on the city road, to the park without us, you said no to my ruined house, and you looked at others despite your promise.
About This Recording
Badwayet Konom is one of the most domestically specific songs in Ahmad Zahir's catalog — and one of the lightest in tone. The curse invoked ('May you be warm — may your bread be all cold') is almost comic in its mildness, the kind of imprecation that signals exasperation rather than genuine malice. Cold bread is an inconvenience, not a catastrophe; the speaker's anger is proportionately mild.
The grievances listed are equally domestic: going alone on the city road (a safety concern or proprietary one), going to the city park without the speaker (a social transgression), refusing to come to the ruined little house (a rejection of intimacy), and looking at others (faithlessness). Each is a small breach, and the repetition of the refrain after each makes the catalog feel like a tally being kept, each entry marked with the same impotent imprecation.
The ruined little house (khana-ye wirani) is the speaker's home — 'ruined' in the sense of modest, humble, and possibly in disrepair from the speaker's own grief-stricken neglect. The beloved's refusal to enter it is a refusal of the speaker's world entirely. Zahir performs this with a warmth that keeps the song from becoming bitter — the curse is the only power available to someone who has no other leverage.
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