امشب از باده خرابم
Emshab Az Bada Kharabam Kon
“Tonight Make Me Ruined with Wine”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
Tonight let wine ruin me — let me die Drown me in the sea of wine — let me die
Why do you recite the tale of love to me in my madness Stop the story, put me to sleep — let me die
Life would be more bitter than death if you were not there Count me as dead from now on — let me die
Transliteration
Imshab az bada kharabam kon o begzar bemiram Gharqe daryaye sharabam kon o begzar bemiram
Qesaye ishq o bagoshe mane dewana chi khwani Bas kon afsana o khwabam kon o begzar bemiram
Zendagi talkh o tar az margo bowad gar tu nabashi Baad az ein morda hesabam kon o begzar bemiram
متن اصلی
امشب از باده خرابم کن و بگذار بميرم غرق دريای شرابم کن و بگذار بميرم
قصه ی عشق و بگوش من ديوانه چه خوانی بس کن افسانه و خوابم کن و بگذار بميرم
زندگی تلخ تر از مرگ بود گر تو نباشی بعد از اين مرده حسابم کن و بگذار بميرم
Tonight let wine ruin me — let me die. The triple request (ruin me, drown me, put me to sleep) structured around 'let me die' as refrain. Life without the beloved is more bitter than death.
About This Recording
Emshab Az Bada Kharabam is built on a single structural device: each plea ends with 'begozar bemir am' — let me die. The repetition transforms the phrase from request to condition: the speaker is describing what needs to happen, not demanding it from any particular agent. The wine, the sea, sleep — each is being asked to be the instrument of the same end.
The logic is Sufi in structure: 'Life would be more bitter than death if you were not there' places the beloved's absence as the thing that makes living worse than dying. This is not suicidal despair in the clinical sense but the ghazal tradition's hyperbolic logic of love — pushed to its formal conclusion.
Ahmad Zahir recorded a number of songs in this territory of wishing-for-death-in-the-beloved's-absence. The tradition provided him both the formal framework and the emotional register; his performance brings what the tradition cannot supply — the specific quality of a particular voice inhabiting the argument.
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