تا لبش در نظارم
Ta Labash Dar Nazaram
“Until His Lips Are in My Sight”
Lyrics
Lyrics updated · July 2026English Translation
As long as her lips pass before my sight Melting from head to toe passes over me
At this crossing — to what shall I bind my heart? Everything I gaze at, passes
The figure made a ring and I did not become intimate My lifetime passes at the outside of the door
I am submitted to the road that goes underfoot Whatever comes upon my head — passes
Transliteration
Ta labash dar nazaram megozarad Aab gashtan ze saram megozarad
Ze-ein gozargah ba koja dil bandam Har che ra menegaram megozarad
Halqa shod qamat o mahram nashodam Omor beroon daram megozarad
Jadaye be separ taslimam Har che ayad basaram megozarad
متن اصلی
تا لبش در نظرم ميگذرد آب گشتن ز سرم ميگذرد
زين گذرگه به کجا دل بندم هر چه را مينگرم ميگذرد
حلقه شد قامت و محرم نشدم عمر بيرون درم ميگذرد
جاده ء پی سپر تسليمم هر چه آيد بسرم ميگذرد
As long as her lips pass before my sight, melting from head to toe passes over me; at this crossing, to what shall I bind my heart — everything passes; my lifetime passes at the outside of the door; whatever comes upon my head — passes.
About This Recording
Ta Labash Dar Nazaram — As Long As Her Lips Pass Before My Sight — is a meditation on passage, impermanence, and the inability to hold anything still. The poem uses the verb 'to pass' (guzashtan) as its structural spine — lips pass, melting passes, things gaze at pass, lifetime passes, what comes upon the head passes. The repetition builds into a formal insistence: this is not incidental passing but the fundamental condition of existence at this crossing (sar-e in rah, at this juncture/road).
'At this crossing — to what shall I bind my heart? / Everything I gaze at, passes' is the philosophical center. The crossing (sar-e rah) is both a literal road intersection and a metaphysical juncture — a point where multiple paths converge and nothing stays. The inability to bind the heart (del bastan) to anything is a consequence not of the speaker's fickleness but of the nature of all available objects: they all pass. The question is rhetorical; there is no answer given because no answer exists.
'The figure made a ring and I did not become intimate / My lifetime passes at the outside of the door' — the figure (surat) that made a ring, a gathering circle, and excluded the speaker is the most concrete image in an otherwise abstract poem. The speaker stands outside a circle their entire life. The submission in the final couplet — 'I am submitted to the road that goes underfoot / Whatever comes upon my head — passes' — is not resignation but a kind of surrender to the movement itself. Zahir gives the poem an almost Buddhist rhythm, each 'passes' landing like a drumbeat in the meter.
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