پر کن پیاله را
Por Kon Pyala Ra
“Fill My Cup”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
Fill the cup For this water of fire Has long not found the way to my ruined state Fill the cup
These cups that one after another become empty Are a sea of fire that I pour into my own throat The whirlpool sweeps and the water does not carry me
I with the rebellious, enchanted steed of wine Have gone to the far reaches of the world of thought To the city of memories Wine no longer carries me beyond the edge of sleep's bed Fill the cup
Transliteration
Porkon peyala ra Ke ein aab atashin Derest rah ba hale kharabam namebarad
Ein jamha Ke az paye ham meshawad tohi Daryaye aatash ast ke rezam ba kame khesh Gerdab merobayad o aabam namebarad
Man ba samand sarkash-e jadooye sharab Ta door dast-e alame pendar rafta am Ta shahre yaadha Digar Sharabam joz ta kenar bestare khawabam namebarad Porkon peyala ra
Man ba samand sarkash o jadooye sharab Ta bekran alame pendar rafta am Ta dasht por setara andishahaye zharf Ta marz nashenakhta marg o zendagi Ta kochaye bagh khaterahaye grez paa Ta shahre yaadha Digar Sharabam joz ta kenar bestare khawabam namebarad Porkon peyala ra
Haan Ay oqabe ishq Az awj qolahaye ma alooda dur dast Parwaz kon Ba dasht gham angiz omre man Aanja bebar mara ke sharabam namebarad Aaan be setara am ke oqabam namebarad Dar rahe zedagi
Ba ein hama talash o toqala o toshnagi Ba ein ke nala mekasham az dil Ke aab Aab digar freb ham ba sarabam namebarad Porkon peyala ra
متن اصلی
پرکن پياله را كه اين آب آتشين ديري ست ره به حال خرابم نمي برد پرکن پياله را
اين جامها كه از پی هم می شود تهی درياي آتش است كه ريزم به كام خويش گرداب مي ربايد و آبم نمي برد
من با سمند سركش جادويی شراب تا دور دست عالم پندار و رفته ام تا شهر يادها ديگر شرابم جز تا كنار بستر خوابم نمي برد پر كن پياله را
من با سمند سركش و جادويي شراب تا بيكران عالم پندار رفته ام تا دشت پر ستاره انديشه هاي ژرف تا مرز ناشناخته مرگ و زندگي تا كوچه باغ خاطره هاي گريز پا تا شهر يادها ديگر شرابم جز تا كنار بستر خوابم نمي برد پر كن پياله را
هان اي عقاب عشق از اوج قله هاي مه آلوده دور دست پرواز كن به دشت غم انگيز عمر من آنجا ببر مرا كه شرابم نمي برد آن بي ستاره ام كه عقابم نمي برد در راه زندگي
با اين همه تلاش و تقلا و تشنگي با اين كه ناله ميكشم از دل كه آب آب ديگر فريب هم به سرابم نمي برد پر كن پياله را
Fill the cup — the fire-water of the ghazal tradition, cups emptying one after another like a sea of fire. Zahir at his most directly Hafiz-ian: intoxication as the only route through thought into the city of memories.
About This Recording
The instruction to fill the cup — por kon pyala ra — appears throughout Persian poetry from Hafiz to Khayyam as the lover's demand on the cupbearer and the mystic's demand on the divine. The cup must be filled; the self must be dissolved; the ordinary condition of sobriety is inadequate to what the speaker needs to do.
'These cups that one after another become empty / Are a sea of fire that I pour into my own throat' — the image is unusual: not the wine filling the speaker but the speaker emptying into the wine. The cups as a sea of fire inverts the usual logic; the speaker is not quenching a thirst but adding fuel to something that is already burning.
The final image — 'Wine no longer carries me beyond the edge of sleep's bed' — suggests a saturation: the speaker has drunk enough that intoxication no longer functions as transport. He remains at the edge of sleep, unable to cross into the full dissolution that the poem has been seeking. The cup must still be filled; the journey is not yet complete.
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