بیا نور دیده مرو
Bia Noor Dida Maraw Az Kenaram
“Come Light of My Eyes Don't Leave”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
Come, light of my eyes — do not go from my side Look at this heart of mine — this restless heart of mine
Like Majnun who tears his collar in the desert I am here with tear-filled eyes from your love
Come, light of my eyes — do not go from my side Look at this heart of mine — this restless heart
Transliteration
Bia noor dida, maraw az kenaram In dilam bein, in dile beqararam
Majnoon ba sahra greban darida Ke manam ze ishqat ba chashme ashkbar
Bia noor dida, maraw az kenaram In dilam bein, in dile beqararam Bia noor dida, maraw az kenaram
متن اصلی
بیا نور دیده، مرو از کنارم این دلم بین، این دلِ بی قرارم
مجنون به صحرا گریبان دریده که منم زعشقت به چشم اشکبار
بیا نور دیده، مرو از کنارم این دلم بین، این دلِ بی قرارم بیا نور دیده، مرو از کنارم
Come, light of my eyes — do not go from my side; look at this restless heart; like Majnun who tears his collar in the desert, I am here with tear-filled eyes from your love.
About This Recording
Bia Noor Dida Maraw — Come, Light of My Eyes, Do Not Go — is one of the most direct poems in Zahir's catalog: its argument is simple, its tone immediate. 'Noor-e dida' (light of the eye) is a common Persian term of endearment, but also an anatomical fact — the beloved is the light without which vision fails. To ask the light of your eyes not to go is to ask not to be left blind.
The Majnun comparison is introduced as self-description rather than aspiration: 'Like Majnun who tears his collar in the desert, I am here.' The speaker is not becoming Majnun; he already is Majnun — already displaced to the desert, already tearing his collar, already past the point where social behavior governs the grief. The comparison is a quiet admission of the condition's severity.
The song's structure is circular — it ends where it began — and this circularity mirrors the condition it describes: the request to stay, to look, to acknowledge the heart's restlessness, is repeated because it has not been granted. The repetition is the form of waiting itself.
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