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Baramd Az Pase Koh

It Appeared from Behind the Mountain

Ahmad ZahirFolk PreservationsStudio · Dari

Lyrics

Lyrics updated · July 2026

English Translation

The cup passed slowly from the vat, slowly, slowly The sun rose from behind the mountain, slowly, slowly

I was deceived by her fiery face, not knowing That she would consume my blood like a kebab, slowly, slowly

A tender heart-kebab requires a steady fire Lift your face from the veil, slowly, slowly

Separation makes its poison manifest little by little The rose water in the flask will grow bitter, slowly, slowly

Transliteration

Ba saghar naqel kard az khom sharab, ahesta ahesta Baramad az pase koh aftab, ahesta ahesta

Ferebe roye atashnak o khordam nadanestam Ke khwahad khord khonam chon kabab, ahesta ahesta

Kabab nazok dil atashe hamwar mekhwahad Bar aaward chehra-at ra az neqab, ahesta ahesta

Jodaye andak andak zaher khod ra mekonad zahir Ke talkh khwahad shod dar meena gulab, ahesta ahesta

متن اصلی

به ساغر نقل کرد از خم شراب، آهسته آهسته بر آمد از پس کوه آفتاب، آهسته آهسته

فریب روی آتشناک او خوردم ندانستم که خواهد خورد خونم چون کباب، آهسته آهسته

کباب نازک دل آتش هموار میخواهد بر آور چهره ات را از نقاب، آهسته آهسته

جدایی اندک اندک زهر خود را میکند ظاهر که تلخ خواهد شد در مینا گلاب، آهسته آهسته

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The sun rose from behind the mountain slowly, slowly — and love's deception revealed itself the same way, the beloved's fiery face consuming blood like a kebab; separation's poison manifests little by little.

About This Recording

Baramd Az Pase Koh takes the natural image of sunrise — slow, gradual, inevitable — and uses it as the template for understanding how love reveals its true nature. The sun does not rise all at once; it creeps over the mountain's edge. Love's danger, similarly, is not immediately apparent. The formal parallel — both natural and emotional processes governed by the same 'slowly, slowly' — gives the song its structural elegance.

'I was deceived by her fiery face, not knowing / That she would consume my blood like a kebab, slowly, slowly' — the kebab metaphor is one of the more visceral in classical Persian love poetry. The lover's body cooked over the beloved's heat is a standard figure, but the 'slowly, slowly' is less common: it emphasizes not destruction but the gradual, patient quality of the destruction. This is not a fire that consumes quickly; it is a steady heat.

The final couplet extends the slow-revelation theme to separation: 'Separation makes its poison manifest little by little / The rose water in the flask will grow bitter, slowly, slowly.' Rose water and bitterness are opposites — the distillation of beauty corrupted by time and absence. The flask doesn't empty; the contents change. The structure of the song mirrors its content: each slowly reveals its damage at the pace of the very slowness it describes.

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