1Cademy - بخش ۶۳ - بیرون آمدن یوسف علیه السلام از زندان و گرامی داشتن پادشاه مر وی را و وفات کردن عزیز مصر و مبتلا شدن زلیخا به تنهایی و جدایی / Section 63 - Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Leaves Prison; the King Honors Him; the Aziz of Egypt Dies; and Zulaykha Is Afflicted by Loneliness and Separation

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بخش ۶۳ - بیرون آمدن یوسف علیه السلام از زندان و گرامی داشتن پادشاه مر وی را و وفات کردن عزیز مصر و مبتلا شدن زلیخا به تنهایی و جدایی / Section 63 - Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Leaves Prison; the King Honors Him; the Aziz of Egypt Dies; and Zulaykha Is Afflicted by Loneliness and Separation

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درین دیر کهن رسمیست دیرین
که بی تلخی نباشد عیش شیرین

خورد نه ماه طفلی در رحم خون
که آید با رخی چون ماه بیرون

بسا سختی که بیند لعل در سنگ
که خورشید درخشانش دهد رنگ

شب یوسف چو بگذشت از درازی
طلوع صبح کردش کارسازی

چو شد کوه گران بر جانش اندوه
برآمد آفتابش از پس کوه

پی تعظیم و اکرام وی از شاه
خطاب آمد به نزدیکان درگاه

کز ایوان شه خورشید اورنگ
به میدانی ز هر جانب دو فرسنگ

دو رویه تا به زندان ایستادند
تجمل های خود را عرضه دادند

چه از زرین کمر سرکش غلامان
همه در خلعت زرکش خرامان

چه از چابکسواران سپاهی
به تازی مرکبان با هم مباهی

چه از خورشید پیکر خوش نوایان
به عبرانی و سریانی سرایان

سران مصر بیرون از شماره
نثار آور دوان از هر کناره

تهیدستان به امید نثاری
گشاده هر طرف جیب و کناری

چو یوسف شد سوی خسرو روانه
به خلعت های خاص خسروانه

فراز مرکبی از پای تا فرق
چو کوهی گشته در زر و گهر غرق

به هر جا طبله های مشک و عنبر
ز هر سو بدره های زر و گوهر

به راه مرکب او می فشاندند
گدا را از گدایی می رهاندند

چو آمد بارگاه شه پدیدار
فرود آمد ز رخش تیز رفتار

خز و اطلس به پا انداختندش
به پای انداز فرق افراختندش

به بالای خز و اکسون همی رفت
بر اطلس چون مه گردون همی رفت

ز قرب مقدمش چون شه خبر یافت
به استقبال او چون بخت بشتافت

کشیدش در کنار خویشتن تنگ
چو سرو گلرخ و شمشاد گلرنگ

به پهلوی خودش بر تخت بنشاند
به پرسش های خوش با وی سخن راند

نخست از خواب خود پرسید و تعبیر
درآمد لعل نوشینش به تقریر

وز آن پس کردش از هر جا سؤالی
بپرسیدش ز هر کاری و حالی

جواب دلکش و مطبوع گفتش
چنان کامد ازان گفتن شگفتش

در آخر گفت این خوابی که دیدم
ز تو تعبیر آن روشن شنیدم

چه سان تدبیر آن کردم توانم
غم خلق جهان خوردن توانم

بگفتا باید ایام فراخی
که ابرو نم نیفتد در تراخی

منادی کردن اندر هر دیاری
که نبود خلق را جز کشت کاری

به ناخن سنگ خارا را تراشند
ز چهره خوی فشانان دانه پاشند

چو از دانه شود آگنده خوشه
نهندش همچنان از بهر توشه

سنان ها خوشه را زان رسته از تن
که باشد بر رخ خصمان سنان زن

چو گردد خوشه در خانه درنگی
بیاید روزگار قحط و تنگی

برد هر کس برای عیش تیره
به قدر حاجت خود زان ذخیره

ولی هر کار را باید کفیلی
که از دانش بود با وی دلیلی

به دانش غایت آن کار داند
چو داند کار را کردن تواند

ز هر چیزی که در عالم توان یافت
چو من دانا کفیلی کم توان یافت

به من تفویض کن تدبیر این کار
که ناید دیگری چون من پدیدار

چو شاه از وی بدید این کار سازی
به ملک مصر دادش سرفرازی

سپه را بنده فرمان او کرد
زمین را عرصه میدان او کرد

به جای خود به تخت زر نشاندش
به صد عزت عزیز مصر خواندش

چو پا بالای تخت زر نهادی
جهانی زیر تختش سر نهادی

چو رفتی بر سر میدان ز ایوان
رسیدی بانگ چاووشان به کیوان

به هر جانب که طوف اندیش بودی
جنیبت کش هزاران بیش بودی

به هر کشور که بگذشتی سواره
برون بودی سپاهش از شماره

چو یوسف را خدا داد این بلندی
به قدر این بلندی ارجمندی

عزیز مصر را دولت زبون گشت
لوای حشمت او سرنگون گشت

دلش طاقت نیاورد این خلل را
به زودی شد هدف تیر اجل را

زلیخا روی در دیوار غم کرد
ز بار هجر یوسف پشت خم کرد

نه از جاه عزیزش خانه آباد
نه از اندوه یوسف خاطر آزاد

فلک کو دیر مهر و زود کین است
درین حرمانسرا کار وی این است

یکی را برکشد چون خور بر افلاک
یکی را افکند چون سایه بر خاک

خوش آن دانا به هر کاری و باری
که از کارش نگیرد اعتباری

نه از اقبال او گردن فرازد
نه از ادبار او جانش گدازد

English translation

In this ancient cloister, an ancient custom reigns: No sweet delight exists without bitterness.

For nine months an infant drinks blood in the womb Before emerging with a face radiant as the moon.

Many hardships the ruby endures within the stone Before the shining sun bestows its color.

When Joseph's long night had finally passed, The rising dawn set his affairs aright.

When sorrow became a heavy mountain upon his soul, His sun rose from behind that mountain.

To honor and exalt him, the king Issued a command to the courtiers:

From the royal palace of the sun-enthroned king To a field extending two leagues on every side,

They stood in two rows all the way to the prison And displayed their splendor.

There were proud servants with golden belts, All striding in gold-embroidered robes;

And swift-riding soldiers, Vying with one another upon Arabian steeds;

And sun-faced, sweet-voiced singers, Singing in Hebrew and Syriac.

The chiefs of Egypt, beyond all counting, Came running from every side with offerings to scatter.

The poor, hoping to receive those gifts, Opened their pockets and hems on every side.

Joseph set out toward the sovereign, Clad in the sovereign's special robes,

Mounted upon a steed that, from hoof to head, Resembled a mountain submerged in gold and jewels.

Everywhere, trays of musk and ambergris And purses of gold and jewels

Were scattered along the path of his mount, Delivering beggars from their poverty.

When the royal court came into view, He dismounted from his swift-running steed.

They cast sable and satin beneath his feet, Exalting their heads by making them his carpet.

He walked above sable and fine brocade, Moving over satin like the moon across the heavens.

When the king learned that his auspicious steps were near, He hastened to welcome him like good fortune itself.

He drew him tightly into his embrace, Like a rose-faced cypress and a rose-colored box tree.

He seated him beside himself upon the throne And spoke with him through gracious questions.

First he asked about his dream and its interpretation, And Joseph's sweet ruby lips began to explain.

Then he questioned him about every matter, Asking of every task and circumstance.

Joseph gave answers so charming and agreeable That the king marveled at his speech.

At last he said: This dream that I have seen, Whose meaning I have heard clearly from you—

How can I devise a remedy for it? How can I bear the sorrow of the world's people?

Joseph said: During the years of abundance, When not a trace of moisture is lacking from prosperity's brow,

A proclamation must be made in every land That the people have no work but cultivation.

They must scrape hard stone with their fingernails And sow seed while sweat pours from their faces.

When the ears grow filled with grain, They must store them intact as provisions.

The ears have escaped the spears that sever them from their stalks So that they may become spears against the faces of enemies.

When the grain has remained awhile in storage, The days of famine and hardship will arrive.

Then each person, for a life grown bleak, Will take from that reserve according to need.

Yet every undertaking requires a guardian Whose knowledge serves as his guide.

Through knowledge he understands the undertaking's ultimate end; Once he understands it, he can carry it out.

Of everything that may be found in the world, One can scarcely find a guardian as knowledgeable as I.

Entrust the management of this affair to me, For another like me will not appear.

When the king witnessed Joseph's competence, He raised him to eminence over the realm of Egypt.

He made the army obedient to his command And made the earth the arena of his authority.

He seated him in his own place upon the golden throne And, with a hundred honors, named him the Aziz of Egypt.

Whenever he set foot upon the golden throne, A whole world bowed its head beneath it.

Whenever he went from the palace to the field, The heralds' cries reached Saturn.

Whichever way he intended to travel, More than a thousand spare horses were led beside him.

Through every country that he crossed on horseback, His army stretched beyond counting.

When God granted Joseph such elevation And honor commensurate with that elevation,

The fortune of the former Aziz of Egypt was overcome, And the banner of his grandeur was overturned.

His heart could not endure this loss, And soon he became the target of death's arrow.

Zulaykha turned her face toward the wall of grief, And the burden of separation from Joseph bent her back.

Neither did the Aziz's rank keep her household flourishing, Nor was her heart free from sorrow for Joseph.

The heavens, slow to love and swift to hate, Act thus within this abode of deprivation:

They raise one person like the sun to the highest spheres And cast another like a shadow upon the dust.

Blessed is the wise person, in every deed and burden, Who takes no assurance from fortune's workings:

Neither raising his neck proudly in prosperity, Nor letting adversity consume his soul.

Updated 2026-07-18

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