دزد عشقم من و دیشب

Dozde Ishqam Man O Deshab

I Am a Love Thief and Last Night

Ahmad ZahirThe MastersStudio · Dari

Lyrics

Lyrics updated · July 2026

English Translation

I am love's thief and last night I robbed hearts I am love's criminal and in court I deny it

Why am I notorious and pointed at in your love? I who have spoken the words of my heart only to you

It burned so much from grief that the wings of Nowruz were scorched I pitched tent and home and hearth in the desert

Transliteration

Dozde ishqam man o dishab rahe dilha zada-am Mojreme ishqam o dar mahkama hasha zada-am

Az chi dar ishqe tu-am shohra o angosht nema? Man ke harfe dil khod ra ba tu tanha zada-am

Bar nafas aramat az bosa gar ofti ze nafas Ke rahe qafela-ein maseeha zada-am

Sokht az baske ze gham bal o pare nawrozee Khaima o khana o khergah ba sahrah zada-am

متن اصلی

دزد عشقم من و ديشـب ره دلـها زده ام مجرم عشقم و در محکمه حـاشـا زده ام

از چه در عشق تو ام شهره و انگشت نما؟ من که حرف دل خود را به تو تـنـها زده ام

بر نفس آرمت از بوسـه گر افـتی ز نــفس کـــــــه ره قـــافــلــه ابــن مسيحا زده ام

سوخت از بسـکه ز غــم بـال و پر نـوروزی خــيـمـه و خـانـه و خرگاه به صحرا زده ام

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I am love's thief and last night I robbed hearts — in court I deny it; why notorious in your love when I spoke only to you? Grief scorched the wings of Nowruz; I pitched tent in the desert.

About This Recording

Dozde Ishqam Man O Deshab — I Am Love's Thief — uses the legal metaphor of robbery and court denial to describe the experience of being in love. The 'theft' of hearts is a standard ghazal conceit (the beloved steals the lover's heart), but here it is the speaker who claims the role of thief — love's criminal who takes hearts and then, in court, denies it. The denial is itself a kind of love-madness: insisting you did not do what you clearly did.

'Why am I notorious and pointed at in your love? / I who have spoken the words of my heart only to you' — the notoriety has come from something the speaker considers private. They spoke only to the beloved; somehow the whole city knows. This is a recurring situation in ghazal poetry: the love that was meant to be private has become public knowledge, and the speaker cannot understand how.

'It burned so much from grief that the wings of Nowruz were scorched' — Nowruz (the Persian/Afghan New Year at the spring equinox) is here given wings, as a divine or angelic figure whose arrival carries the hope of renewal. That grief scorched even these wings — that the force of the speaker's sorrow damaged even spring's capacity to renew — is the measure of the loss. The desert as final address is where this particular scorching lands the speaker: beyond the city, beyond seasons, in the landscape of the dispossessed.

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