1Cademy - بخش ۲۱ - به خواب آمدن یوسف علیه السلام زلیخا را نوبت سیم و نام و مقام وی دانستن و به عقل و هوش باز آمدن / Section 21 - Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Appears to Zulaykha in a Dream for the Third Time; She Learns His Name and Station and Returns to Reason and Consciousness

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بخش ۲۱ - به خواب آمدن یوسف علیه السلام زلیخا را نوبت سیم و نام و مقام وی دانستن و به عقل و هوش باز آمدن / Section 21 - Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Appears to Zulaykha in a Dream for the Third Time; She Learns His Name and Station and Returns to Reason and Consciousness

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بیا ای عشق پر افسون و نیرنگ
که باشد کار تو گه صلح و گه جنگ

گهی فرزانه را دیوانه سازی
گهی دیوانه را فرزانه سازی

چو بر زلف پریرویان نهی بند
به زنجیر جنون افتد خردمند

وگر زان زلف بندی برگشایی
چراغ عقل یابد روشنایی

زلیخا یک شبی نی صبر و نی هوش
به غم همراز و با محنت هم آغوش

ز جام درد درد آشامیی کرد
ز شور عشق بی آرامیی کرد

کشید از مقنعه موی معنبر
فشاند از آتش دل خاک بر سر

به سجده پشت سرو ناز خم کرد
زمین را رشک گلزار ارم کرد

ز نرگس ریخت اشک ارغوانی
چو سوسن کرد ساز خوش زبانی

شد از غمگین دل خود غصه پرداز
به یار خویش کرد این قصه آغاز

که ای تاراج تو هوش و قرارم
پریشان کرده ای تو روزگارم

غمم دادی و غمخواری نکردی
دلم بردی و دلداری نکردی

ندانم نام تو تا سازمش ورد
نیابم جای تو تا گردمش گرد

به کام خویش می کردم شکر خند
کنون در بندم از تو چون نی قند

چو غنچه بس که خوردم از غمت خون
فتادم همچو گل از پرده بیرون

نمی گویم که در چشمت عزیزم
نه آخر مر تو را کمتر کنیزم

چه باشد گر کنیزی را نوازی
ز بند محنتش آزاد سازی

مبادا کس به خون آغشته چون من
میان خلق رسوا گشته چون من

دل مادر ز بد پیوندیم تنگ
پدر را آید از فرزندیم ننگ

پرستاران مرا بدرود کردند
به تنهاییم غم فرسود کردند

زدی آتش به جان چون من خسی را
نسوزد کس بدینسان بی کسی را

به آن مقصود جان و دل خطابش
بدینسان بود تا بربود خوابش

چو چشمش مست گشت از ساغر خواب
به خوابش آمد آن غارتگر خواب

به شکلی خوبتر از هر چه گویم
ندانم بعد ازین دیگر چه گویم

به زاری دست در دامانش آویخت
به پایش از مژه خون جگر ریخت

که ای در محنت عشقت رمیده
قرارم از دل و خوابم ز دیده

به پاکی کاینچنین پاک آفریدت
ز خوبان دو عالم برگزیدت

که اندوه مرا کوتاهیی ده
ز نام و شهر خویش آگاهیی ده

بگفتا گر بدین کارت تمام است
عزیز مصرم و مصرم مقام است

به مصر از خاصگان شاه مصرم
عزیزی داد عز و جاه مصرم

زلیخا چون ز جانان این نشان یافت
تو گویی مرده صد ساله جان یافت

رسیدش باز ازان گفتار چون نوش
به تن زور و به جان صبر و به دل هوش

ازان خوابی که دید از بخت بیدار
اگر چه خفت مجنون خاست هوشیار

خبر زان مه که در دل جوشش آورد
دگر باره به عقل و هوشش آورد

کنیزان را ز هر سو داد آواز
که ای با من درین اندوه دمساز

پدر را مژده دولت رسانید
دلش را زآتش محنت رهانید

که آمد عقل و دانش سوی من باز
روان شد زآب رفته جوی من باز

بیا بردار بند زر ز سیمم
که نبود از جنون من بعد بیمم

چو مدخل سیم را در بند مگذار
به دست خود بند از سیم بردار

پدر را چون شنید این مژده در گوش
به استقبال آن رفت از سرش هوش

به رسم عاشق اول ترک خود کرد
وز آن پس ره سوی آن سرو قد کرد

دهان بگشاد آن مار دو سر را
رهاند از بند زر آن سیمبر را

پرستاران به پاش سر نهادند
به زیر پایش تخت زر نهادند

نشاندندش فراز مسند ناز
به زرین تاج کردندش سرافراز

پریرویان ز هر جا جمع گشتند
همه پروانه آن شمع گشتند

به همزادان چو در مجلس نشستی
چو طوطی لعل او شکر شکستی

سر درج حکایت باز کردی
ز هر شهری سخن آغاز کردی

ز روز و شام گشتی نکته انگیز
شدی از ذکر مصر اندر شکر ریز

حدیث مصریان کردی سرانجام
که تا بردی عزیز مصر را نام

چو این نامش گرفتی بر زبان جای
درافتادی به سان سایه از پای

ز ابر دیده سیل خون فشاندی
نوای ناله بر گردون رساندی

به روز و شب همه این بود کارش
سخن از یار راندی و دیارش

به این گفتار خوش گشتی سخن گوش
وگر نی بودی از گفتار خاموش

English translation

Come, O love, so full of spells and guile, Whose work is now peace and now war.

At times you make the wise one mad; At times you make the mad one wise.

When you fasten a knot upon the tresses of fair-faced ones, The wise fall into the chains of madness.

But if you loosen a knot from those tresses, The lamp of reason finds illumination.

One night Zulaykha had neither patience nor sense, Sharing her secrets with grief and embracing affliction.

From the cup of pain she drank draughts of pain; From love's tumult she became restless.

She drew her amber-scented hair from beneath her veil And scattered the dust of her heart's fire upon her head.

In prostration she bent the back of her graceful cypress, Making the earth the envy of the garden of Iram.

From her narcissus eyes she shed crimson tears; Like the lily, she tuned the instrument of eloquent speech.

From her sorrowful heart she began fashioning grief And opened this tale before her beloved:

O you who have plundered my reason and repose, You have thrown my life into disarray.

You gave me grief but offered no sympathy; You stole my heart but gave no consolation.

I do not know your name, that I might make it my litany; I cannot find your dwelling, that I might circle around it.

Once I smiled sweetly to my heart's desire; Now, because of you, I am confined like a stalk of sugarcane.

Like a bud, I have swallowed so much blood from grief for you That, like a flower, I have fallen out from behind the veil.

I do not claim that I am precious in your eyes, But am I not at least the least of your maidservants?

What would it cost you to favor a maidservant And release her from the bonds of affliction?

May no one become stained with blood as I have, Or be disgraced among the people as I have.

My mother's heart is distressed by my ill fortune; My father is ashamed to call me his child.

My attendants have all taken leave of me; They have left me alone to be consumed by grief.

You set fire to the soul of a wisp like me; No one should burn a lonely soul in such a way.

She addressed that desire of her heart and soul In this manner until sleep carried her away.

When her eyes grew intoxicated from the goblet of sleep, That plunderer of sleep appeared within her dream,

In a form more beautiful than anything I could describe; I do not know what more I can say beyond this.

Lamenting, she clung to the hem of his robe And poured her heart's blood from her eyelashes upon his feet:

O you whose love has driven me into affliction, Rest has fled my heart and sleep my eyes.

By the purity of the One who created you so pure And chose you above the beauties of both worlds,

Grant some shortening to my sorrow; Tell me your name and your city.

He said: If this is all that you seek, I am the Aziz of Egypt, and Egypt is my abode.

In Egypt I am among the intimates of Egypt's king; The rank of Aziz has given me Egypt's honor and majesty.

When Zulaykha received this sign from her beloved, You would say that one dead for a hundred years had regained life.

From those words, sweet as nectar, there returned to her Strength in her body, patience in her soul, and reason in her heart.

Through the dream she saw, she awakened to good fortune; Though she had fallen asleep mad, she arose clear-minded.

News of that moon who had stirred her heart Restored her once again to reason and consciousness.

She called out to her maidservants on every side: O you who share this sorrow with me,

Carry the glad tidings of my good fortune to my father; Deliver his heart from the fire of affliction.

Reason and wisdom have returned to me; The water has returned to my dried-up stream.

Come, remove the golden fetter from my silver body, For henceforth there is no fear of madness from me.

Now that the third visitation has occurred, leave me not in bonds; With your own hand remove the fetter from this silver body.

When her father heard these glad tidings, In his eagerness to meet her, sense departed from his head.

Following the custom of lovers, he first abandoned himself, And then set out toward that cypress-statured one.

He opened the jaws of that two-headed serpent And released the silver-bodied beauty from the golden bond.

Her attendants laid their heads at her feet And placed a golden throne beneath them.

They seated her high upon the throne of grace And exalted her with a golden crown.

Fair-faced maidens gathered from every place; All became moths around that candle.

Whenever she sat in company with those of her age, Her ruby lips, like a parrot, scattered sugar.

She would open the casket of stories And begin speaking of every city.

From morning until evening she offered subtle observations, But at the mention of Egypt her words became sugar-sweet.

She continued speaking of the Egyptians Until she brought forth the name of the Aziz of Egypt.

As soon as this name found a place upon her tongue, She fell to the ground like a shadow.

From the cloud of her eyes she poured a flood of blood And raised the melody of lamentation to the heavens.

By day and night this was her constant occupation: She spoke of her beloved and his land.

Only through such speech did listening become pleasant to her; Without it, she remained silent and said nothing.

Updated 2026-07-18

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