بیا برویم به سنگران

Bya Beraim Ba Sangaran

Come Let Us Go to Sangaran

Ahmad ZahirFolk PreservationsStudio · Dari

Lyrics

Lyrics updated · July 2026

English Translation

Come, let us go to Sangaraan — all the beautiful ones are there All are nightingales and roses — companions who know worth are there

What abundance of mulberries the Panjshir has What a roaring sea the Panjshir has

What laughing children the Panjshir has On its mountains you see the presences of the saints

I sacrifice myself for the clear sky of Panjshir I sacrifice myself for the springs of Panjshir

My heart pounds for Kabul

Transliteration

Bia berem ba sangeran, jomlaye khoban hamojast Hamagi bulbul o gul yare qaderdan hamojast

Ajab tute ferawan dara Panjshir Chi daryae khoroshan dara Panjshir

Chi meporsi ze talkhan lazizash Chi farzandane khandan dara Panjshir

Ba kohash hazrat piran beeni Ba astana rokhe sheran beeni

Ba rokha safee o ishq o sedaqat Hamagi khoram o khandan beeni

Fedaye aseman saaf Panjshir Fedaye chashmahaye aab Panjshir

Ba Kabul metapat qalbam ba seena Bebinam har shabe man khwabe Panjshir

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فدای آسمان صاف پنجشير فدای چشمه های آب پنجشير

به کابل می تپد قلبم به سينه ببينم هر شبی من خواب پنجشير

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Come, let us go to Sangaraan — all the beautiful ones are there; the Panjshir's mulberries, roaring sea, laughing children, presence of saints; my heart pounds for Kabul.

About This Recording

Bya Beraim Ba Sangaran — Come, Let Us Go to Sangaraan — is among the most explicitly geographical songs in Ahmad Zahir's catalog, naming specific places in the Afghan landscape: Sangaraan (a district in the Panjshir Valley) and the Panjshir itself. The Panjshir — a narrow river valley north of Kabul — holds a particular place in Afghan cultural imagination: remote, beautiful, culturally distinct, historically significant as a place of both refuge and resistance.

The song's catalog of Panjshir's qualities — mulberries (toot), the roaring river (darya-ye pur seda), laughing children, the presences of saints (mazarat) on the mountains — moves through the natural, the human, and the sacred. The Panjshir's landscape is not just beautiful but layered with human history: the mulberry trees that feed communities, the children who will inherit it, the saints whose shrines mark the high ground.

The final line shifts suddenly to Kabul: 'My heart pounds for Kabul.' The invitation to go to Sangaraan is framed by a longing for the capital — and this combination suggests that the song may have been written by or for someone displaced from both, looking back at the country's landscapes with the intensity that only distance creates. Zahir recorded songs like this in a Kabul that, for his listeners in diaspora, would itself become a place as remote and beloved as the Panjshir valley.

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