مرا آن روز گریان آفریدند
Mara An Roz Geryan Afaridan
“They Created Me Weeping That Day”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
They created me weeping on that day They created the expanse of the desert
From weeping they brought tumult to the heart From this one teardrop they created a storm
From the blackness of my day they borrowed night They created the dark night of separation
The flourishing of the heart was ruined from that time When love — a house-wrecker — was created
Transliteration
Mara aan roz geryan afaridan, afaridan Ke damane beyaban afaridan, afaridan
Ba shor az gerya awardand o dil raa Az ein yak qatra toofan afaridan, afaridan
Ze roze man seyahee wam kardand Shabe tarike hejran afaridan, afaridan
Kharab shod aan zaman mahmoree dil Ke ishqe khana wayran afaridan, afaridan
متن اصلی
مرا آنروز گريان آفريدن، آفريدن که دامان بيابان آفريدن، آفريدن
به شور از گريه آوردند و دل را ازين يک قطره طوفان آفريدن، آفريدن
ز روز من سياهی وام کردند شب تاريک هجران آفريدن، آفريدن
خراب شد آن زمان معموری دل که عشق خانه ويران آفريدن، آفريدن
They created me weeping on that day — a cosmological lament in which the speaker's grief is original, not acquired, built into creation on the same day as the desert.
About This Recording
'They created me weeping on that day / They created the expanse of the desert' — the opening identifies the speaker's grief with the creation of the desert: vast, featureless, traversable only by those already lost. The unspecified 'they' — fate, God, the principle of creation — made the weeping and the desert on the same day, in the same act. Grief is not an event that happened to the speaker; it was the condition of their creation.
'From weeping they brought tumult to the heart / From this one teardrop they created a storm' — the cosmological scale is not hyperbole but ontological: a single teardrop was the material from which a storm was made. Persian poetry often works with this scale of transformation, but here it is not to praise beauty but to locate the origin of suffering. The storm existed before the speaker; it was woven into the fabric of things.
'The flourishing of the heart was ruined from that time / When love — a house-wrecker — was created' — love (ishq) as khana-kharab (house-wrecker) is a classical Sufi image: love dismantles the settled self to make room for something that cannot be housed in ordinary consciousness. But in this poem, love's creation is simultaneous with the ruination of the heart's garden. No before exists — only the moment of creation, which was already the moment of ruin.
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