خرابم ز مستی
Kharabam Ze Masti
“I Am Ruined from Intoxication”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
I am ruined by intoxication — I am ruined, O God I am all wine, all wine, O God
The road of the Kaaba — from every desert I cross The thorns of the desert answer me, O God
On every chest I lay my head, a lament rises My grief, my longing, my fever, O God
From every wave, my house is ruined In the sea of existence I am a bubble, O God
Transliteration
Kharabam ze masti, kharabam khodaya Sharabam sarapa, sharabam khodaya
Rahe kaba az har beyaban ke porsam Dehad khar sahra jawabam khodaya
Ba har seenaye sar neham nala khezad Ghamam, hasratam, eltehabam khodaya
Ze har mawj, wayran shawad khanaye man Ba daryaye hasti, hobabam khodaya
متن اصلی
خرابم زمستی، خرابم خدايا شرابم سراپا، شرابم خدايا
رۀ کعبه از هر بيابان که پسرم دهد خار صحرا جوابم خدايا
به هر سينه ای سر نهم ناله خيزد غمم، حسرتم، التهابم خدايا
ز هر موج، ويران شود خانه من به دريای هستی، حبابم خدايا
I am ruined by intoxication — I am all wine, all wine, O God. The Sufi kharab (ruin) as spiritual state: the self dissolved by love, the desert crossed toward a Kaaba that keeps receding.
About This Recording
'Kharabam' — I am ruined — comes from the same root as kharabat, the ruin-tavern that is Sufi poetry's spiritual geography. To be 'kharab' is not simply to be drunk but to be fundamentally undone: identity dissolved, social standing abandoned, the self reduced to the single fact of its longing.
'I am all wine, all wine, O God' — the repetition performs the dissolution it describes. The speaker is not drinking wine; the speaker is wine. The boundary between the mystic and the substance of intoxication has been erased.
The Kaaba image — the speaker crossing every desert toward it — turns the formal religious pilgrimage into an image of endless seeking. 'The thorns of the desert answer me' — the desert's indifference becomes a form of answer. In Sufi poetry, the desert is not empty but full of signs that only the maddened lover can read. 'In the sea of existence I am a bubble, O God' — the final image reduces the self to something that exists only by containing air, and only briefly.
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