1Cademy - بخش ۵۰ - خبر یافتن اعرابی از حال مجنون و به زیارت وی رفتن و چند روز با وی بودن و اشعار یاد گرفتن / Section 50 - A Bedouin Learning of Majnuns Condition, Going to Visit Him, Staying with Him for Several Days, and Learning His Poems

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بخش ۵۰ - خبر یافتن اعرابی از حال مجنون و به زیارت وی رفتن و چند روز با وی بودن و اشعار یاد گرفتن / Section 50 - A Bedouin Learning of Majnun's Condition, Going to Visit Him, Staying with Him for Several Days, and Learning His Poems

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محمل بند عروس این راز
آهنگ حدی چنین کند ساز

کز بر عرب یکی عرابی
مقبول خرد به خرده یابی

در عرصه عشق پاکبازی
در نکته شعر سحر سازی

آواز خوشش مهیج شوق
چاک افکن جیب صاحب ذوق

بشنید حدیث عشق مجنون
صیت غزل چو در مکنون

شوقش به عنان جان درآویخت
طیاره بادپا برانگیخت

از پره بر و عرصه دشت
بر عامریان چو باد بگذشت

با اهل قبیله گفتگو کرد
وز هر نفری سراغ او کرد

گفتند که او ز خلق یکتاست
انسش همه با وحوش صحراست

او نیز ز جنس وحش گشته ست
وز انس به انسیان گذشته ست

با گور و گوزن دارد آرام
با اهل قبیله کم شود رام

بیچاره عرابی آن چو بشنید
از عامریان عنان بپیچید

دربست میان به گردبادی
شد مرحله گرد کوه و وادی

می گشت به هر فراز و شیبی
می خورد ز دام و دد نهیبی

ناگه گله ای ز آهوان دید
و او را چو شبان در آن میان دید

بر پای ستاده بی خم و پیچ
همچون الفی و با الف هیچ

لیکن الفی که با سیاهی
می زد ز سموم چاشتگاهی

کرده پس ستر پرده خویش
مشتی دو گیاه از پس و پیش

وز سر شده موی تار تارش
از شعر سیه به بر شعارش

با ضعف و سیاهیش تن زار
زان شعر سیاه بود یک تار

چون دید عرابیش بدان حال
بر وی به سلام کرد اقبال

پشتش چو شد از سلام او خم
کرد آن رمه از سلام او رم

مجنون به جفاش سنگ برداشت
بی صلح نفیر جنگ برداشت

کای بی خبر این چه دم زدن بود
وز راه برون قدم زدن بود

یاران مرا ز من رماندی
وز دام وفای من جهاندی

این بی خردی ز خود جدا کن
برگرد و مرا به من رها کن

تو بند به نفس و من رهیده
تو رام به طبع و من رمیده

تو شاد به سور و من به ماتم
ما را چه موافقیست با هم

با او به سخن نشد هم آواز
کرد از سر درد لحنی آغاز

برخواند طرب فزا نسیبی
دادش ز غذای جان نصیبی

شد وقت وی از سماع آن خوش
وز همدمیش نشد عنانکش

چون شیر و شکر به وی درآمیخت
وز بیت و غزل بر او شکر ریخت

نامه درد خواند بر وی
صد عقد گهر فشاند بر وی

وین همچو صدف شده همه گوش
بر گوش بمانده دیده هوش

هر در که به گوش می رسیدش
در رشته حفظ می کشیدش

کارش همه روز تا شب این بود
وردش همه شب مرتب این بود

روز آنچه ز وی شکار می کرد
پایش به شب استوار می کرد

حرفی که کشند روز در سلک
تکرار شبش همی کند ملک

روزی دو سه چار بود با او
وین گونه به کار بود با او

شد راحله ز آب و زاد خالی
زد دم ز وداع آن حوالی

از صحبت او برید پیوند
بر خاطر ازو قصیده ای چند

بیتی که ز هر قصیده خواندی
خون از دل مستمع چکاندی

English translation

The camel-litter driver of the bride of this mystery thus composes the melody of a caravan-song:

That from among the Arabs there was a certain Bedouin, accepted by wisdom, keen in fine discernment, in the arena of love a pure-hearted player, in the subtleties of poetry a weaver of magic. His sweet voice stirred up longing, rending the collar of every man of taste.

He heard the tale of Majnun's love, the fame of the ghazal like a hidden pearl. Longing clung to the reins of his soul; he spurred on his wind-footed steed. Across the open ground and the field of the desert he swept past the Amirites like the wind. He spoke with the people of the tribe and asked after him from every person. They said: He is one apart from all creatures, his companionship is wholly with the desert beasts. He too has become of the kind of wild things and has passed beyond fellowship with humankind. With the wild ass and the deer he finds his peace; with the tribespeople he is rarely tamed.

When the poor Bedouin heard this, he turned his reins away from the Amirites. He girded his waist like a whirlwind and traversed stage after stage around mountain and valley. He wandered over every height and slope, suffering terror from beast and predator. Suddenly he saw a herd of gazelles, and saw him among them like a shepherd, standing upright, without bend or curve, like an alif, and with that alif, nothing at all; but an alif that, blackened, was beaten by the hot winds of midmorning. He had made for his covering, as a veil, a handful or two of grass before and behind, and from his head his hair, strand upon strand, of black hair was his garment upon his body. With his weakness and his darkness, his frail body was but a single thread of that black hair.

When the Bedouin saw him in that state, he drew near to him with a greeting. When his back bent at his greeting, that herd bolted away at his greeting. Majnun, in his anger, took up a stone and, without truce, raised the cry of war: O heedless one, what breath was this to draw, and to set your step outside the way? You have driven my companions away from me and made them flee the snare of my fidelity. Put this folly away from yourself; turn back and leave me to myself. You are bound to the self, and I am freed; you are tamed by nature, and I am wild. You are glad in the feast, and I in mourning; what harmony is there between us two?

He would not join his speech with the Bedouin, but from the depth of pain began a melody. He recited a joy-increasing love-prelude and gave him a portion of the soul's nourishment. His mood grew glad from hearing it, and he did not draw away from his company. Like milk and sugar he mingled with him, and poured sugar upon him from verse and ghazal. He read to him the letter of pain and scattered a hundred strings of pearls upon him. And this one, become all ear like an oyster-shell, kept the eye of his attention fixed upon his ear. Every pearl that reached his ear he drew onto the thread of memory. This was his work all day until night; this was his ordered litany all night long. What he hunted from him by day, he made firm-footed by night. A word they thread by day upon the string, its nightly repetition makes into a possession. He was with him for two, three, four days, and in this manner was engaged with him. His mount grew empty of water and provisions, and he spoke of farewell to those parts. He severed the bond of company with him, carrying in mind from him several qasidas— a single verse recited from each qasida would drip blood from the listener's heart.

Updated 2026-07-19

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