1Cademy - بخش ۵۴ - بیمار شدن لیلی از خبر وفات مجنون و نصیحت کردن دوستان مر او را و جواب دادن وی مر ایشان را / Section 54 - Layla Falling Ill from the News of Majnuns Death, and Her Friends Counseling Her, and Her Answering Them

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بخش ۵۴ - بیمار شدن لیلی از خبر وفات مجنون و نصیحت کردن دوستان مر او را و جواب دادن وی مر ایشان را / Section 54 - Layla Falling Ill from the News of Majnun's Death, and Her Friends Counseling Her, and Her Answering Them

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لیلی چو ز داغ مرگ مجنون
چون لاله نشست غرقه در خون

شد عرصه دهر بر دلش تنگ
زد ساغر عیش خویش بر سنگ

افتاد در آن کشاکش درد
از راحت خواب و لذت خورد

تابنده مهش ز تاب خود رفت
نورسته گلش ز آب خود رفت

دل را به درون چو غنچه خون کرد
گلگونه ز اشک لاله گون کرد

بی وسمه گذاشت ابروان را
بی شانه کمند گیسوان را

وآخر که تبش به تن درآمد
تاراج گل و سمن درآمد

تب کرد به قصد جانش آهنگ
نگذاشت به رخ ز صحتش رنگ

آمد به کمانی از خدنگی
زد سرخ گلش به زرد رنگی

دینار جمال وی درم شد
نقش درمش نفیر غم شد

تبخاله نهاد بر دلش خال
شد بر ساقش گشاده خلخال

بر بالش نالشش سرآمد
بستر بر وی چو نشتر آمد

بودش بدن ضعیف لاغر
یک رشته ز تار و پود بستر

نیلی گل غم ز باغ او رست
شد رونق سرو و ارغوان سست

بار دل درد پرور او
خم داد قد صنوبر او

آگه چو شدند همدمانش
در خلوت راز محرمانش

کز مردن آن غریب مهجور
بر بستر غم فتاد رنجور

بستند میان به چاره سازیش
گفتند همه به دلنوازیش

کای گلبن باغ کامرانی
وای سرو ریاض زندگانی

دیباچه دفتر صباحت
عنوان صحیفه ملاحت

کار تو ره وفا سپردن
در شیوه مهر پا فشردن

آن روز که زنده بود مجنون
زین رنجکده نرفته بیرون

می رفت به جان ره وفایت
نگرفته کسی دگر به جایت

خوش بود وفا سپردن از تو
در مهر قدم فشردن از تو

زیرا که ز مهر مهر زاید
وآیین وفا وفا فزاید

وامروز که رخت بست ازین کوی
وآورد به عالم دگر روی

این مهر و وفا چه سود دارد
وین محنت تو چه راحت آرد

با مرده مزی به سوگواری
کس زنده نشد به سوگواری

زین وسوسه خویش را تهی کن
زین غم دل ریش را تهی کن

بر باد هوا مده جوانیت
مگذر ز صفای زندگانیت

بشنید چو گفت و گوی ایشان
بگشاد نظر به سوی ایشان

کای بی خبران ز آتش من
وز داغ دل بلاکش من

زین شمع سخن که می فروزید
صد باره دل مرا مسوزید

من سوخته فراق یارم
با سوختن دگر چه کارم

من زنده به بوی قیس بودم
تا قصه مرگ او شنودم

بیزار شدم ز زندگانی
بیگانه ز راحت جوانی

زو بود به باغ عمر برگم
وامروز برای اوست مرگم

زین غم که برآتشم نشانده ست
جز مرگ خلاصیی نمانده ست

وصلش کاینجام دست ازان بست
باشد که در آن جهان دهد دست

خوش آنکه ز غم خلاص گردم
با دوست حریف خاص گردم

با او باشم به کامرانی
در عشرتگاه جاودانی

English translation

When Layla, from the brand of Majnun's death, sat like a tulip drowned in blood, The expanse of the world grew narrow upon her heart, she dashed the goblet of her own delight against the stone. She fell into that struggle of pain, apart from the comfort of sleep and the pleasure of food. Her shining moon lost its own radiance, her newly-sprung rose lost its own freshness. Within, she made her heart bleed like a bud, and made her rouge tulip-hued with tears. She left her eyebrows without woad, her lasso-like tresses without a comb. And at last, when fever entered her body, the plunder of her rose and jasmine set in. The fever aimed its purpose at her life, and left no color of health upon her face. It came like a bow shooting an arrow, and struck her red rose with a yellow hue. The gold coin of her beauty turned to a silver dirham, the stamp of her dirham became the wail of grief. The fever-blister set a mole upon her heart, the anklet slipped loose upon her leg. Upon the pillow her moaning came to an end, the bed became like a lancet upon her. Her body was weak and gaunt, a single thread of the bed's warp and weft. The indigo flower of grief sprang from her garden, the splendor of cypress and Judas-tree grew faint. The burden of her pain-nurturing heart bent the stature of her pine. When her companions became aware, in the privacy of her confided secrets, That from the death of that forsaken stranger she had fallen ill upon the bed of grief, They girded themselves to find her a remedy, and all spoke to soothe her heart: O rose-bush of the garden of fortune, O cypress of the meadows of life, Preface of the book of beauty, title-page of the scroll of grace, Your work is to tread the path of fidelity, to stand firm in the way of love. On the day when Majnun was alive, not yet departed from this house of pain, Your fidelity went on with all your soul, and no other had taken your place. It was fitting for you to keep faith, to stand firm in love; For from love, love is born, and the practice of fidelity increases fidelity. But today, when he has packed up from this quarter, and turned his face to another world, What use is this love and fidelity, and what comfort does this suffering of yours bring? Do not live in mourning with the dead; no one has come back to life through mourning. Empty yourself of this obsession, empty your wounded heart of this grief. Do not give your youth to the wind of vain desire, do not forsake the purity of your life. When she heard their talk, she opened her gaze toward them: O you who are ignorant of my fire, and of the brand upon my affliction-bearing heart, With this candle of speech that you kindle, do not burn my heart a hundredfold. I am burned by separation from my beloved; what more have I to do with burning? I was alive by the scent of Qays, until I heard the tale of his death. I have grown weary of living, a stranger to the comfort of youth. Through him was my provision in the garden of life, and today, for his sake, is my death. From this grief that has seated me upon fire, no release remains but death. His union, which here slipped from my grasp, perhaps in that world it may be attained. How sweet, that I be freed from grief, and become the beloved's own intimate companion, That I be with him in fulfillment, in the eternal pleasure-house.

Updated 2026-07-19

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