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بخش ۷۰ - خواب دیدن یوسف علیه السلام مادر و پدر را و از خدای تعالی وفات خود طلبیدن و اضطراب زلیخا / Section 70 - Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Seeing His Mother and Father in a Dream, Seeking His Own Death from God the Exalted, and Zulaykha's Distress

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زهی حسرت که ناگه نیکبختی
کشد تا پیشگاه وصل رختی

کشیده شاهد دولت در آغوش
کند اندوه هجران را فراموش

ندیده خاطرش از غم غباری
به شادی بگذراند روزگاری

ز ناگه باد ادباری برآید
سموم هجر را کاری برآید

درآید در ریاض وصل گستاخ
درخت آرزو را بشکند شاخ

زلیخا چون ز یوسف کام دل یافت
به وصل دایمش آرام دل یافت

به دل خرم به خاطر شاد می زیست
ز غم های جهان آزاد می زیست

تمادی یافت ایام وصالش
در آن دولت ز چل بگذشت سالش

پیاپی داد آن نخل برومند
بر فرزند بل فرزند فرزند

مرادی از جهان در دل نبودش
که بر خوان امل حاصل نبودش

شبی بنهاده سر یوسف به محراب
ره بیداریش زد رهزن خواب

پدر را دید با مادر نشسته
به رخ چون خور نقاب نور بسته

ندا کردند کای فرزند دریاب
کشید ایام دوری دیر بشتاب

ز ناخواهی بر آب و گل رقم نه
به نزهتگاه جان و دل قدم نه

چو یوسف یافت بیداری ازان خواب
به پهلوی زلیخا شد ز محراب

حدیث خواب را با وی بیان کرد
وز آن مقصود را بر وی عیان کرد

ز خوابش با خیال دوری افکند
به جانش آتش مهجوری افکند

ولی یوسف ز طور خود برون شد
به اقلیم بقا شوقش فزون شد

قدم زین تنگنای آز برداشت
ره فسحتسرای راز برداشت

متاع انس ازین دیر فنا برد
به محراب بقا دست دعا برد

که ای حاجت روای مستمندان
به سر افسر نه تارک بلندان

به فرقم تاج اقبالی نهادی
که هرگز هیچ مقبل را ندادی

دلم زین کشور فانی گرفته ست
ز تدبیر جهانبانی گرفته ست

مرا فارغ ز من راهی به خود ده
مثال شاهی ملک ابد ده

نکوکاران که راه دین گرفتند
به قرب و منزلت پیشین گرفتند

برون آر از شمار واپسانم
به فر قربت ایشان رسانم

زلیخا چون شنید این رازداری
به دل زخمی رسیدش سخت کاری

یقین دانست کز وی آن دعا را
اثر گردد به زودی آشکارا

نیاید از کمان او خدنگی
که در تأثیر آن افتد درنگی

قدم در کلبه ای زد تیره و تنگ
گشاد از یکدگر گیسوی شبرنگ

همی کرد از غم دوری به سر خاک
همی مالید پر خون چهره بر خاک

ز شادی طاق و با اندوه و غم جفت
ز دیده اشک می بارید و می گفت

که ای درمان درد دردناکان
به مرهم خرقه دوز سینه چاکان

مراد خاطر هر نامرادی
گشاد ششدر هر بی گشادی

مفاتیح آور درهای بسته
جبایر بند دلهای شکسته

خلاصی بخش مهجوران ز اندوه
سبک سازنده غم های چون کوه

گرفتار دل افگار خویشم
عجب حیران شده در کار خویشم

ندارم طاقت هجران یوسف
ز تن کش جان من با جان یوسف

نخواهم بی جمالش زندگی را
به ملک زندگی پایندگی را

نهال عمر بی برگ است بی او
حیات جاودان مرگ است بی او

به قانون وفا نیکو نباشد
که من باشم به گیتی او نباشد

اگر با من نسازی همره او را
مرا بیرون بر اول آنگه او را

نمی خواهم کزو یکسو نشینم
جهان را بی جمال او ببینم

به سر برد اینچنین در گریه و سوز
نه شب را گفت شب نی روز را روز

بلی هر کس ز غم دارد دلی تنگ
شب و روزش نماید هر دو یکرنگ

English translation

What a pity, that suddenly good fortune draws its baggage to the very threshold of union; Having clasped the beloved of fortune to its breast, it forgets the sorrow of separation; His heart, having seen no dust of grief, passes a while in joy; When suddenly a wind of adversity arises, and the scorching blast of parting does its work; Boldly it enters the gardens of union and breaks the branch from the tree of desire. When Zulaykha won her heart's desire from Joseph, she found peace of heart in lasting union with him; She lived joyful of heart and glad of mind, she lived free from the sorrows of the world; The days of her union grew long, and in that fortune her years passed beyond forty; One after another that fruitful palm bore children—nay, children's children; There remained no desire of the world in her heart that was not attained on the table of hope. One night Joseph laid his head at the prayer-niche, when the highwayman of sleep waylaid his wakefulness; He saw his father seated with his mother, their faces like the sun, veiled in light; They called out: O son, take heed, the days of separation have dragged on long—make haste; Set, unwilling though you be, your mark upon leaving water and clay, and set foot in the pleasure-garden of soul and heart. When Joseph awoke from that dream, he went from the prayer-niche to Zulaykha's side; He told her the tale of the dream and made its meaning plain to her; His dream cast her into thoughts of parting and set the fire of separation in her soul. But Joseph passed beyond his own state, and his longing for the realm of eternal subsistence grew; He lifted his foot from this narrow strait of greed and took the road to the spacious abode of mystery; He bore the goods of intimacy from this transient cloister, and raised his hands in prayer at the altar of eternal life, Saying: O Fulfiller of the needs of the wretched, who set the crown upon the heads of the exalted, You placed upon my brow a crown of fortune such as You never granted to any favored one; My heart has grown weary of this perishable realm, weary of the toil of governing the world; Free me from myself and give me a way to Yourself, grant me, as a king, the kingdom of eternity. The righteous who took the path of religion attained nearness and rank before me; Bring me forth from the number of the laggards, and bring me to the glory of their nearness to You. When Zulaykha heard this confiding, a grievous wound reached her heart; She knew for certain that from him that prayer would soon show its effect openly; No arrow comes from his bow in whose taking effect there falls any delay. She stepped into a dark and narrow hut, and loosed apart her night-colored tresses; From grief of parting she poured dust upon her head, and rubbed her blood-stained face upon the earth; Bereft of joy and wedded to sorrow and grief, she rained tears from her eyes and said: O Remedy for the pain of the anguished, who with Your salve stitch up the cloak of the torn-breasted, The desire of every disappointed heart, the deliverance from checkmate of every helpless one, Bringer of keys to doors shut fast, setter of splints upon broken hearts, Granter of release from sorrow to the parted, lightener of griefs heavy as mountains: I am captive to my own wounded heart, strangely bewildered in my own plight; I have no strength to endure separation from Joseph— draw my soul from my body together with Joseph's soul; I do not want life without his beauty, nor lasting permanence in the kingdom of life; The sapling of life is leafless without him, eternal life itself is death without him; By the law of fidelity it is not right that I should remain in the world and he should not; If You will not make him my companion on the way, then take me out first, and after that him; I do not wish to be set apart from him, to behold the world bereft of his beauty. Thus she passed her days in weeping and in burning, calling neither night night nor day day; Yes—whoever has a heart straitened by grief, his night and his day both appear to him one same hue.

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