نمیدانم به روی که بخندم
Namedanam Ba Roye Ki Bekhandam
“I Don't Know in Whose Face I Should Laugh”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
I do not know on whose face to smile I do not know for whom to weep O God, I am sated with the water of life Captive in the cold trap of loneliness
The cup of my pleasure is broken, broken My drunken gazelle has fled, fled The light of hopes has gone from my city The bird of joy has flown from my roof
Transliteration
Namedanam ba roye ki bekhandam Namedanam ba roye ki begeryam Ze aabe zendagi seram khudaya Ba dame sarde be yare asiram Khudaya, Khudaya, Khudaya
Shekasta jame ayshe mean shekasta Ramida aahoye mastam ramida Ze shahram raftah noore arezohaa Ze bagham morghe dil joye parida
Ba chashmam gerya-haye man shekasta Ba royam dard o andoh khat kashida Majo az man omide zendagani Ke zahre ghame ba rag-hayam daweda
متن اصلی
نميدانم بروی کی بخندم نميدانم برای کی بگريم ز آب زندگی سيرم خدايا به دام سرد بی ياری اسيرم خدايا، خدايا، خدايا
شکسته جام عيش من شکسته رميده آهوی مستم رميده ز شهرم رفته نور آرزو ها ز بامم مرغ دل جويی پريده
به چشمم گريه های من شکسته به رويم درد و اندوه خط کشيده مجو از من اميد زندگانی که زهر غم به رگهايم دويده
I do not know on whose face to smile or for whom to weep — sated with the water of life, captive in the cold trap of loneliness; the cup of my pleasure broken, my drunken gazelle has fled, the bird of joy has flown.
About This Recording
Namedanam Ba Roye Ki Bekhandam — I Do Not Know On Whose Face to Smile — describes a specific form of disorientation: the loss of the social referents that normally guide emotion. Smiling and weeping both require an object — you smile at someone, you weep for someone. The speaker has lost the object, and without it the emotions themselves become directionless.
'O God, I am sated with the water of life / Captive in the cold trap of loneliness' — the water of life (aab-e hayat) is one of Persian mythology's most potent symbols: the spring hidden in darkness whose water confers immortality. To be sated with it — to have had enough of life — is to be in the condition of someone who has lived enough and found it insufficient. The cold trap of loneliness is what remains when life's fullness has been exhausted.
The catalog of losses at the end — broken cup, fled gazelle, extinguished hope, flown bird — completes the inventory of absence. The gazelle (ahoo) is a standard figure for the fleet, beautiful beloved; 'drunken gazelle' suggests one captivated by intoxication, now gone. The bird of joy (morgh-e shadi) that has flown from the roof echoes the dove image in other songs: the beloved as a bird that cannot be compelled to stay. The images arrive quickly and accumulate their loss without needing to explain it.
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