لالای داغدیده

Lalaye Daghdida

Lullaby of the Wounded

Ahmad ZahirFolk PreservationsStudio · Dari

Lyrics

Lyrics updated · July 2026

English Translation

I resemble a grief-marked tulip I resemble a crop struck by blight

Neither ending nor peace I am like prey writhing in blood

The heart is not a dove that once it rises it alights again From the corner of the roof that we flew from — we flew, we flew

Neither ending nor peace I am like prey writhing in blood

Transliteration

Lalaye daghdida ra manam Lalaye daghdida ra manam Keshte afat rasida ra manam Keshte afat rasida ra manam

Ne sar anjame o ne arame Ne sar anjame o ne arame Sayde dar khoon tapida dar aramam Sayde dar khoon tapida dar aramam

Dil nest kabootar ke cho barkhast neshinad Az goshaye bame ke paridem, paridem Ne sar anjame o ne arame Ne sar anjame o ne arame Sayde dar khoon tapida dar aramam Sayde dar khoon tapida dar aramam Keshte afat rasida ra manam Keshte afat rasida ra manam

متن اصلی

لاله داغدیده را مانم لاله داغدیده را مانم کشت آفت رسیده را مانم کشت آفت رسیده را مانم

نی سرانجامی و نی آرامی نی سرانجامی و نی آرامی صید در خون تپیده در آرامم صید در خون تپیده در آرامم

دل نیست کبوتر که چو برخاست نشیند از گوشهٔ بامی که پریدیم ، پریدیم نی سرانجامی و نی آرامی نی سرانجامی و نی آرامی صید در خون تپیده در آرامم صید در خون تپیده در آرامم کشت آفت رسیده را مانم کشت آفت رسیده را مانم

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I resemble a grief-marked tulip — the daghdida (heart-burned) tulip carries the mark of love's wound in its petals. A lament on the impossibility of return once the heart has flown.

About This Recording

The tulip in Persian poetry is a grief-bearer. Its red petals carry the color of blood and the shape of a cup — the wine cup of sacrifice. The lala-e-daghdida, the grief-marked tulip, is the flower that wears the wound of love on its face. It is a more troubled figure than the rose: where the rose is the beautiful indifferent beloved, the tulip is the lover scarred by encounter with that beauty.

'I resemble a crop struck by blight' — the agricultural image grounds the poem's abstractions. Blight is what happens to something growing that is stopped from growing; it is not dramatic destruction but gradual, spreading ruin.

The line 'The heart is not a dove that once it rises it alights again / From the corner of the roof that we flew from — we flew, we flew' is among the most structurally precise images in this song. A dove can be coaxed back to its roost; the heart, once it has truly departed, cannot be retrieved. 'We flew' repeated — the act of leaving stated twice, as if to confirm it is not metaphor.

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