اوه نه راضی جانانه زما
Oh Na Razi Janan Zama
“O If My Beloved Is Not Pleased”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
You do not come, O my sweetheart I lie here in my bed That is why sleep has left my two eyes
Sun and moon have gone and yet your faithfulness is nowhere My days go by so hard I lie here in my bed That is why sleep has left my two eyes
Come O sweetheart — I am exhausted by your grief, I lie sick and restless There is no peace left in me I lie here in my bed
Transliteration
Oh na razi janan zama Proot yam pa bistar ke Zaka khob mai de chasman zema
Shams o qamar ma de zra sar wale sta wafa nishta O Sakht Shula Guzran Zama Proot yam pa bistar ke Zaka khob mai de chasman zema
Rasha dilbar sta la ghama proot yama ranzor pareshan O na neshta aram zama Proot yam pa bistar ke Zaka khob mai de chasman zema
متن اصلی
او نه راځی جانان زما پروت یم په بسترکی زکه خوب می دو چشمان زما
شمس و قمر ما دی زره سر ولی ستا وفا نشته او سخت ښوړو ګزران زما پروت یم په بسترکی زکه خوب می دو چشمان زما
راشه دلبر ستا ړه غمه پروت یمه رانزور پریشان او ڼنشته آرام زما پروت یم په بسترکی زکه خوب می دو چشمان زما
You do not come — I lie here in my bed; sleep has left my eyes; sun and moon have gone yet your faithfulness is nowhere; I lie exhausted by your grief, sick and restless, no peace left in me.
About This Recording
Oh Na Razi Janan Zama — You Do Not Come, O My Sweetheart — is a Pashto love song whose central image is confinement to the bed: the speaker is lying down, unable to rise, and the reason is the beloved's absence. The bed is both a sick-bed (the speaker is afflicted by grief) and a waiting-bed (the speaker is there because the beloved has not come). Both functions coexist in the same horizontal posture.
'Sun and moon have gone and yet your faithfulness is nowhere' — the passage of time measured in cosmic terms (sun and moon completing their cycles) against the beloved's faithfulness that has not arrived. The contrast is between the reliable motion of celestial bodies and the unreliable constancy of a person. What the sun does every day, the beloved does not do at all.
'Come O sweetheart — I am exhausted by your grief, I lie sick and restless / There is no peace left in me' — the last stanza is pure exhaustion. The Pashto folk register is direct in a way the classical Dari ghazal often is not: 'there is no peace left' is not a metaphor but a statement. Zahir performs this simplicity with exactly the right amount of weight — not dramatizing it, not ironizing it, just singing the fact of being used up by grief.
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