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Baz Mekhaham Tura Ay Ishqe Man
“Again I Want You, O My Love”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
I want you again, O my love Again I bring your name to my lips
This dim, weary gaze of mine When will another fire kindle in its soul? These cold lips empty of desire When could they give back the former intoxication? I want you again, O my love Again I bring your name to my lips
You are right, O heart — I am mad For wanting to be the center of another's gathering I accept it with all its lovelessness I have become afflicted with the pain of love for her
Transliteration
Baz mekhaham tura ay ishqe man Baz ham naame tu bar lab mebaram
Ein negahe be feroogh khasta-am Kay ba janash atashe digar zanad? Ein laban sare o khali az hawas Kay tawanad mastieye pesheen man? Baz mekhaham tura ay ishqe man Baz ham naame tu bar lab mebaram
Rast megoyee dila dewana-am Chon ke khwaham sadre bazem ghairo raa Mesetanam ba hama be mehreyat Gashta-am bar darde ishqash mobtala Baz mekhaham tura ay ishqe man Baz ham naame tu bar lab mebaram
متن اصلی
باز ميخواهم ترا ای عشق من باز هم نام تو بر لب ميبرم
اين نگاه بی فروغ خسته ام کی به جانش آتشی ديگر زند؟ اين لبان سرد و خالی از هوس کی تواند مستی پيشين دهد؟ باز ميخواهم ترا ای عشق من باز هم نام تو بر لب ميبرم
راست ميگويی دلا ديوانه ام چون که خواهم صدر بزم غير را می ستانم با همه بی مهريش گشته ام بر درد عشقش مبتلا باز ميخواهم ترا ای عشق من باز هم نام تو بر لب ميبرم
I want you again — the dim gaze, the cold lips, asking when a fire will kindle again. The speaker admits madness, accepts lovelessness, but has become afflicted with this love regardless.
About This Recording
Baz Mekhaham Tura — I Want You Again — is a song of return to wanting, not return to the beloved. The speaker is not asking for reunion; he is naming the condition of still desiring someone who may not be reachable, and the physical register of that desire's absence.
'This dim, weary gaze of mine / When will another fire kindle in its soul? / These cold lips empty of desire / When could they give back the former intoxication?' — the body carries the record of love's withdrawal. Eyes dimmed, lips cold: the external signs of an internal fire gone out. The questions are genuine — the speaker doesn't know when they will return.
'You are right, O heart — I am mad / For wanting to be the center of another's gathering / I accept it with all its lovelessness / I have become afflicted with the pain of love for her.' The self-accusation is accepted: wanting to be central to someone who has moved on is, by any reasonable standard, madness. The acceptance is not resignation but realism — the speaker knows what the condition is and names it precisely without claiming he can escape it.
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