راشه در دست باغبان

Rasha Dar Dast Baghban

Come, O Gardener

Ahmad ZahirFolk PreservationsStudio · Pashto

Lyrics

Lyrics updated · July 2026

English Translation

A trembling in the gardener's hand A shudder upon the young sapling fell Anxiety fell upon the garden Again the voice of autumn fell

Nightingales packed their things from the meadow They broke the wings of their joy Joy's door was closed upon them One by one they separated from their nests Wretched and sorrowful and helpless they became

Transliteration

Rasha dar dast baghban Larza bar nakhle naw jawan oftad Izterabe ba bostan oftad Baz awazaye khazan oftad

Rasha dar dast baghban Larza bar nakhle naw jawan oftad Izterabe ba bostan oftad Baz awazaye khazan oftad

Bulbulan rakht az chaman bastand Par o bal-e neshat beshkastand Dar-e shadi baroye shan bastand Yak yak az asheyan juda gashtand Zar o mahzon o benawa gashtand

Rasha dar dast baghban Larza bar nakhle naw jawan oftad Izterabe ba bostan oftad Baz awazaye khazan oftad

متن اصلی

رعشه در دست باغبان لرزه بر نخل نو جوان افتاد اضطرابی به بوستان افتاد باز آوازهء خزان افتاد

رعشه در دست باغبان لرزه بر نخل نو جوان افتاد اضطرابی به بوستان افتاد باز آوازهء خزان افتاد

بلبلان رخت از چمن بستند پر و بال نشاط بشکستند در شادی بروی شان بستند يک يک از آشيان جدا گشتند زار و محزون و بينوا گشتند

رعشه در دست باغبان لرزه بر نخل نو جوان افتاد اضطرابی به بوستان افتاد باز آوازهء خزان افتاد

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A trembling in the gardener's hand — a shudder upon the young sapling; anxiety fell upon the garden; the voice of autumn came again; nightingales packed their things, broke their joy's wings, and separated from their nests.

About This Recording

Rasha Dar Dast Baghban — A Trembling in the Gardener's Hand — is a song of seasonal end: autumn arriving, the gardener trembling, the young sapling shuddering. In Persian lyric the garden is not merely a place but the world of cultivated beauty — spring and the beloved, roses and love. Autumn's arrival in this garden is love's ending or political fear given natural form.

The nightingale's departure from the garden is the tradition's most codified image of love's separation: the nightingale loves the rose, lives for the rose, and when the rose is gone (or threatened) the nightingale must go too. 'Nightingales packed their things from the meadow / They broke the wings of their joy / Joy's door was closed upon them' — the packing is deliberate and sorrowful, not sudden flight. The wings of joy are broken before departure, which means the nightingales leave already diminished.

'One by one they separated from their nests / Wretched and sorrowful and helpless they became' — the plural nightingales make this a collective rather than individual poem. Many voices, many separations, one autumn. In the context of Afghanistan's late 1970s, this song of forced departure carried meanings its original garden setting could not contain: the nightingales separating from nests was also Kabuli families leaving for Pakistan, Iran, the West. Ahmad Zahir's recordings of such songs, made in the years before the catastrophe, took on dimensions of prophecy they were never meant to have.

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