Gar Zolfe Porayshanat
“If Your Disheveled Hair”
A ghazal on the beloved's wind-scattered hair as a trap set for hearts — the ship of patience cast into a sea of grief, no shore promised, the king of kingdoms asked to spare one glance for a beggar.
About This Recording
One gust of morning wind lifts the beloved's loose hair, and every heart within reach is snared. She does nothing. Her nearness, carried on the breeze, is enough, and the shipwreck of the lover follows as a matter of course.
By the last stanza the address turns upward, to a 'king of kingdoms': what would it cost him to glance, just once, at a beggar? The king is a real man and also the beloved; the beggar is the poor and also the lover. Zahir holds both readings at once and settles neither.
Lyrics
English Translation
If your disheveled hair fell into the morning breeze's hand Every heart, wherever it might be, would fall into a trap of affliction
We have cast the ship of our patience into the sea of grief To the end of this storm, where will each plank fall?
After all, what harm would come to the king of kingdoms If one day he cast a glance at the state of a beggar?
متن اصلی
گر زلف پُريشانت در دست صبا افتد هر جا که دلی باشد در دام بلا افتد
ما کشتی صبر خويش در بحر غم افگنديم تا آخر از اين طوفان هر تخته کجا افتد
آخر چه زیان افتد سلطان ممالک را کو را نظری روزی، بر حال گدا افتد