عشق من چه چاره سازم

Eshq Man Chi Chara Saazam

My Love, What Remedy Shall I Make

Ahmad ZahirThe MastersStudio · Dari

Lyrics

Lyrics updated · July 2026

English Translation

My love, O my love — what remedy shall I make That you may relent and return to my side And once more become my companion And brush the rust of anger from your heart

Can it be again, in the dark of nights In the curve of the alley, that we tell the heart's secrets? May our eyes meet and grow absorbed May we seek the warmth of each other's lips

Transliteration

Ishqe man ishqe man chi chara saazam Taa gonahe mara bebakhshayi Baz ham yar o hamdamam gardi Az delat zang qaher bezdayee

O ishqe man ishqe man chi chara saazam Ke gonahe mara bebakhshayi Baz ham yar o hamdamam gardi Az delat zang qaher bezdayee

Meshawad baaz dar dile shabhaa Dar khame kocha raaze dil goyeem Negahe maa ba ham shawad khira Garmi e labhaye ham joyem

Ishqe man ishqe man chi chara saazam Ke gonahe mara bebakhshayi Baz ham yar o hamdamam gardi Az delat zang qaher bezdayee

Meshawad dur az negahe hasood Nime shab dar kenaare man ayee Labat oftaada bar labaane man Taa sahar dar baram byasayee

Ishqe man ishqe man chi chara saazam Ke gonahe mara bebakhshayi Baz ham yar o hamdamam gardi Az delat zang qaher bezdayee

O ishqe man ishqe man chi chara saazam Ke gonahe mara bebakhshayi Baz ham yar o hamdamam gardi Az delat zang qaher bezdayee

O ishqe man ishqe man chi chara saazam Ke gonahe mara bebakhshayi Baz ham yar o hamdamam gardi Az delat zang qaher bezdayee Az delat zang qaher bezdayee Az delat zang qaher bezdayee

متن اصلی

عشق من، عشق من چی چاره سازم تا گناهی مرا ببخشای باز هم یار و همدمم گردی از دلت زنگ قهر بزدایی

او عشق من، عشق من چی چاره سازم که گناهی مرا ببخشای باز هم یار و همدمم گردی از دلت زنگ قهر بزدایی

میشود باز در دل شبها در خم کوچه راز دل گوییم نگه ما به هم شود خیره گرمی لبهای هم جوییم

عشق من، عشق من چی چاره سازم که گناهی مرا ببخشای باز هم یار و همدمم گردی از دلت زنگ قهر بزدایی

میشود دور از نگاهی حسود نیم شب در کنار من آیی لبت افتاده بر لبان من تا سحر در برم بیاسایی

عشق من، عشق من چی چاره سازم که گناهی مرا ببخشای باز هم یار و همدمم گردی از دلت زنگ قهر بزدایی

او عشق من، عشق من چی چاره سازم که گناهی مرا ببخشای باز هم یار و همدمم گردی از دلت زنگ قهر بزدایی

او عشق من، عشق من چی چاره سازم که گناهی مرا ببخشای باز هم یار و همدمم گردی از دلت زنگ قهر بزدایی از دلت زنگ قهر بزدایی از دلت زنگ قهر بزدایی

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My love — what remedy shall I make that you relent and once more become my companion? Brush the rust of anger from your heart; can it be again in the dark of nights, in the alley's curve, that we tell heart's secrets?

About This Recording

Eshq Man Chi Chara Saazam — My Love, What Remedy Shall I Make — is a song of reconciliation-seeking from a position of acknowledged failing. The speaker has committed some offense that is not specified — in the ghazal tradition this is typically a failure of attention, some social transgression that offended the beloved's pride, or a moment of coldness that registered as abandonment. The question 'what remedy shall I make?' is a genuine search for the right gesture of return.

'And brush the rust of anger from your heart' — anger (qahr) in Persian lyric is not hot but cold: it settles on the heart like rust, a slow accumulation that requires gentle removal. The image is mechanical — the heart as a metal surface, the anger as oxidation. The remedy being sought is not a dramatic gesture but a careful, patient process of cleaning.

'Can it be again, in the dark of nights / In the curve of the alley, that we tell the heart's secrets?' — the specific location recovers a specific memory. The curve of the alley (pechak-e kucha) is a private space in a public geography — out of sight but connected to the social world. 'May our eyes meet and grow absorbed' — the eyes meeting and being unable to disengage is a figure for mutual recognition. 'The warmth of each other's lips' is the song's final hope: simple physical warmth, recovered from the cold of the rupture.

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