1Cademy - بخش ۴۱ - شرح دادن یوسف علیه السلام قصه محنت راه و زحمت چاه را و آگاه شدن زلیخا از آنکه اندوهی که آن روز داشته است به سبب آن بوده است / Section 41 - Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Recounting the Suffering of the Road and the Ordeal of the Well, and Zulaykha Realizing That the Sorrow She Had Felt That Day Had Been on Account of It

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بخش ۴۱ - شرح دادن یوسف علیه السلام قصه محنت راه و زحمت چاه را و آگاه شدن زلیخا از آنکه اندوهی که آن روز داشته است به سبب آن بوده است / Section 41 - Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Recounting the Suffering of the Road and the Ordeal of the Well, and Zulaykha Realizing That the Sorrow She Had Felt That Day Had Been on Account of It

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سخن پرداز این شیرین فسانه
چنین آرد فسانه در میانه

که پیش از وصل یوسف بود روزی
زلیخا را عجب دردی و سوزی

ز دل صبر و ز تن آرام رفته
شکیب از جان عم فرجام رفت

نه در خانه به کاری بند گشتی
نه بر بیرون به کس خرسند گشتی

مژه پر آب و دل پر خون همی رفت
درون می آمد و بیرون همی رفت

بدو گفت آن بلند اقبال دایه
که ای مه پایه خورشید سایه

مبادت از جفای چرخ تابی
ز بیداد زمانه اضطرابی

نمی دانم که امروزت چه حال است
که جانت غرق دریای ملال است

چو آن برگی که گرداند نسیمش
که بر یک جا نبیند کس مقیمش

گهی بر پشت افتد گاه بر روی
گه آن سو باشدش جنبش گه این سوی

به یک منزلگه آرامی ندارد
به جز گردندگی کامی ندارد

بگو کین بی قراری از که داری
ز نو رنجی که داری از که داری

بگفتا من ز خود حیرانم امروز
به کار خویش سرگردانم امروز

غمی دارم ندانم کین غم از چیست
ز جانم سر زده این ماتم از کیست

نهانی دردی آرامم ببرده ست
به جور دور ایام سپرده ست

منم خاکی به خود ساکن نهادی
که پیچیده ست در وی گردبادی

وجودش گرچه از جنبش تهی نیست
ولی از حال بادش آگهی نیست

چو یوسف همنشین شد با زلیخا
شباروزی قرین شد با زلیخا

شبی پیش زلیخا راز می گفت
غم و اندوه پیشین باز می گفت

به تقریب سخن بگشاد ناگاه
زبان در شرح راه و قصه چاه

زلیخا چون حدیث چاه بشنید
به سان ریسمان بر خویش پیچید

فتاد اندر دلش کان روز بوده ست
که جانش در غم جانسوز بوده ست

حساب روز و مه چون نیک برداشت
به پیش او یقین شد آنچه پنداشت

بلی داند دلی کاگاه باشد
که از دلها به دلها راه باشد

خصوصا از دل صد چاک عاشق
که باشد در ره معشوق صادق

ز هر چاکش بود بگشاده راهی
سوی معشوق ازان راهش نگاهی

ازان ره پرتو احوال جانان
فتد بر چشم جان ناتوانان

اگر خاری خلد در پای دلدار
دل عاشق شود افگار ازان خار

وگر بادی وزد بر زلف محبوب
فتد در جان عاشق زان صد آشوب

وگر گردی نشیند بر عذارش
شود خم پشت عاشق زیر بارش

شنیدستم که روزی کرد لیلی
به قصد فصد سوی نیش میلی

چو زد لیلی به حی نیش از پی خون
به وادی رفت خون از دست مجنون

بیا جامی ز بود خود بپرهیز
ز پندار وجود خود بپرهیز

گرت فخری و ننگی هست از توست
ورت بویی و رنگی هست از توست

مصفا شو ز مهر و کینه خویش
مصیقل کن رخ آیینه خویش

بود نور جمال شاهد غیب
بتابد چون کلیم اللهت از جیب

شود چشم دلت روشن بدان نور
نماند سر جانان بر تو مستور

English translation

The teller of this sweet tale Thus brings the story into its midst:

One day, before Joseph and Zulaykha were united, A strange pain and burning seized Zulaykha. Patience had departed from her heart, and repose from her body; Forbearance had fled from her afflicted soul.

Neither could she occupy herself with anything at home, Nor could anyone outside bring her contentment. With lashes full of water and heart full of blood, she wandered, Going inside and then coming out again.

Her nurse, a woman of exalted fortune, said to her, O moon in rank, beneath whose shade is the sun, May no anguish from the cruelty of the heavens befall you, Nor any distress from the injustice of time.

I do not know what has come over you today, That your soul is submerged in a sea of sorrow. You are like a leaf turned about by the breeze, Which no one ever sees remaining in one place:

Now it falls upon its back, now upon its face; Now it moves that way, now this. It finds no rest in any dwelling place And desires nothing but to keep turning.

Tell me, from whom comes this restlessness? From whom comes this new suffering you endure? She replied: Today I am bewildered by myself; Today I am confounded by my own condition.

I bear a grief, yet do not know what this grief is for; This mourning has risen from my soul, but for whom? A hidden pain has taken away my peace And delivered me to the tyranny of revolving time.

I am like earth, naturally settled and still, Within which a whirlwind has begun to twist. Although its being is not devoid of motion, It knows nothing of the wind's condition.

When Joseph became Zulaykha's companion And remained with her night and day, One night he spoke privately with Zulaykha And recounted his former grief and sorrow.

As the conversation led him onward, he suddenly opened His lips to describe the journey and the story of the well. When Zulaykha heard the account of the well, She twisted around herself like a rope.

It occurred to her that this had happened on the very day When her soul had been consumed by heart-searing grief. When she carefully calculated the day and month, What she had suspected became certain to her.

Indeed, an awakened heart knows That from heart to heart there is a path, Especially from the hundred-riven heart of a lover Who is sincere upon the path of the beloved.

From every one of its rifts, a path lies open; Through each path, it gazes toward the beloved. Along that path, the radiance of the beloved's condition Falls upon the inward eyes of helpless souls.

If a thorn should pierce the beloved's foot, The lover's heart is wounded by that thorn. If a breeze should blow upon the beloved's tresses, A hundred tumults thereby arise within the lover's soul.

If dust should settle upon the beloved's cheek, The lover's back bends beneath its burden. I have heard that one day Layli Turned the point of a lancet toward herself to be bled.

When the needle pierced Layli's vein to draw blood, Blood flowed from Majnun's hand in the wilderness. Come, Jami, guard yourself against your own being; Guard yourself against the illusion of your own existence.

If you possess any pride or shame, it comes from you; If you possess any scent or color, it comes from you. Purify yourself of your own love and hatred; Polish the face of your mirror.

Then the light of the unseen Beauty's countenance Will shine forth from your breast as it did for Moses, the one who spoke with God. The eye of your heart will be illuminated by that light, And the beloved's mystery will no longer remain concealed from you.

Updated 2026-07-18

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