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بخش ۱۵ - عهد وفا بستن لیلی با مجنون و تأکید کردن آن به سوگندان گوناگون / Section 15 - Layla Making a Covenant of Fidelity with Majnun and Emphasizing It with Various Oaths

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سر فتنه نیکوان آفاق
چون ابروی خود به نیکویی طاق

منصوبه گشای عرصه ناز
محجوبه نشین پرده راز

ریحان حدیقه امانی
گلبرگ بهار زندگانی

آهوی شکارگیر شیران
بازو شکن صد دلیران

سجاده نورد پارسایان
دراعه نمای خودنمایان

بازار نه ستم فروشی
ارزان کن نرخ مهرکوشی

چشم عرب از جمال او باغ
جان عجم از هوای او داغ

از صوت وشاح و بانگ خلخال
خنیاگر وجد و مطرب حال

از طوق گلو و زیور گوش
بازی ده عقل و رهزن هوش

یعنی لیلی نگار موزون
آن چون قیسش هزار مجنون

چون دید که قیس حق شناس است
عشقش بدر از حد قیاس است

در نقد وفاش هیچ شک نیست
محتاج گواهی محک نیست

چون روز دگر به سویش آمد
جانی پراز آرزویش آمد

دل جست به خنده رضایش
جان داد به مژده وفایش

برداشت دل از جفا پسندی
بگشاد زبان به عهد بندی

خواهان رضای او به صد جهد
گفتش پی استواری عهد

سوگند به ذات ایزد پاک
گردش ده چرخ های افلاک

روشن کن این بلند طارم
از شمع مه و چراغ انجم

فیاض وجود و واهب جود
مقصود گذشتگان ز مقصود

سوگند به دیده های روشن
بر عالم راز پرتو افکن

ناظر به حقایق نهانی
حاضر به دقایق معانی

بر لوح وجود هر چه دیده
تا کنه کمال آن رسیده

سوگند به سینه های دانا
بر دانش چیزها توانا

واقف ز کنوز آفرینش
عارف به رموز اهل بینش

هر نکته مشکلی که خوانده
محروم ز حل آن نمانده

سوگند به هر غریب مهجور
افتاده ز یار خویشتن دور

نی در شب غم امیدی او را
نی از لب کس نویدی او را

هم ضربت تیغ هجر دیده
هم شربت زهر غم چشیده

سوگند به هر مهی پری وش
همچون مه خوب و چون پری خوش

دل کرده به مهر چون خودی بند
وز هر که نه او بریده پیوند

پیراهن غنچه بی تنش چاک
وز تهمت عیب دامنش پاک

سوگند به هر چه از خردمند
گویند به آن خوش است سوگند

کز مهر تو تا مجال باشد
ببریدن من محال باشد

تا دور فلک دهد امانم
یاد تو بود انیس جانم

باشم به غمت درین غم آباد
از شادی هر دو عالم آزاد

صد بار گر از غمت بمیرم
پیوند به دیگری نگیرم

بخت ار دهد اختیار کارم
از جمله تو باشی اختیارم

هر کج که نبینمش به تو راست
با وی نکنم نشست یا خاست

کس همنفسم مباد بی تو
پروای کسم مباد بی تو

تا لوح وفات شد درستم
از حرف دو کون لوح شستم

زین عهد که با تو بستم امروز
عهد همه را شکستم امروز

این بحر وفا مباد تیره
کین بس به قیامتم ذخیره

لیلی چو کمر به عهد دربست
در مهد وفا به عهد بنشست

در پیش رهی گرفت باریک
می کرد کران ز دور و نزدیک

ترک همه کار و بار خود کرد
روی از همه کس به یار خود کرد

بنهاد به طوق یار گردن
در چید ز دست غیر دامن

چون قیس سحر ز ره رسیدی
سر در ره ناقه اش کشیدی

با او گفتی حکایت شب
شکر روز و شکایت شب

تا شب بودی نشسته با هم
از صحبت غیر رسته با هم

در وصل چو قیس جهد او دید
وین عهد وفا به عهد بشنید

وسواس محبتش فزون شد
وان وسوسه عاقبت جنون شد

آمد به جنون ز پرده بیرون
مجنون لقبش نهاد گردون

طی گشت بدین لقب سرانجام
از نامه دهر قیس را نام

در هر محفل که جاش کردند
مجنون مجنون نداش کردند

او نیز بدین خطاب خوش بود
زین تازه ترانه ذوق کش بود

زان نکته چه به که عشق راند
زان نام چه به که عشق خواند

جامی بگسل ز هرزه کاری
تا نام به عاشقی برآری

در کارگه سپهر دوار
بهتر نبود ز عاشقی کار

English translation

The chief of temptation among the beauties of the horizons, like her own eyebrow, unmatched in beauty. Solver of the game-board of coquetry, veiled dweller behind the curtain of mystery. The sweet basil of the garden of hopes, the rose-petal of the spring of life. A gazelle that hunts down lions, a breaker of the arms of a hundred brave men. Roller-up of the prayer-rugs of the pious, displayer of the robe to the self-displaying. In the marketplace she does not sell oppression; she cheapens the price of striving in love. The eye of the Arab is a garden from her beauty, the soul of the Persian is branded with longing for her. From the sound of her sash and the ring of her anklet, a minstrel of ecstasy and a musician of the spiritual state. From the necklace of her throat and the ornament of her ear, a beguiler of reason and a highwayman of the senses. That is to say, Layla, the well-proportioned beauty, for whom, like Qays, there were a thousand madmen. When she saw that Qays was true and appreciative, his love beyond the limit of measure, in the coin of his fidelity there was no doubt; it needed no testimony of the touchstone. When the next day he came toward her, he came with a soul full of longing for her. His heart sought her pleasure with a smile; he gave his soul at the glad tidings of her fidelity. She lifted her heart from favoring cruelty and opened her tongue to make a covenant. Seeking his pleasure with a hundred efforts, she said to him, for the firmness of the covenant: An oath by the essence of the pure God, the turner of the nine wheels of the heavens, the illuminator of this lofty vault with the candle of the moon and the lamp of the stars, the bestower of existence and giver of bounty, the ultimate goal of those who passed beyond the goal. An oath by the bright eyes that cast light upon the world of mystery, beholders of hidden truths, present to the subtleties of meanings; whatever they have seen on the tablet of existence, they have reached to the depth of its perfection. An oath by the knowing breasts, capable of the knowledge of all things, aware of the treasures of creation, knowing the mysteries of the people of insight; every difficult point they have read, they have not remained deprived of its solution. An oath by every abandoned stranger, fallen far from his own beloved, with neither a hope for him in the night of sorrow, nor glad tidings for him from anyone's lips, having both felt the blow of separation's sword and tasted the drink of sorrow's poison. An oath by every fairy-like moon, beautiful like the moon and pleasant like a fairy, who has bound her heart in love to one like herself and cut all ties from any but him, whose bud-like shirt is torn without a body, whose skirt is pure from the accusation of fault. An oath by all that the wise say it is good to swear by: that as long as there is any possibility, my severing from your love shall be impossible. As long as the turning sphere grants me respite, your memory shall be the companion of my soul. I shall dwell in your sorrow in this abode of grief, free from the joy of both worlds. If I die a hundred times from your sorrow, I will not bind myself to another. If fortune gives me the choice of my affairs, of all, you shall be my choice. Wherever I do not see a thing aligned with you, I will neither sit nor rise with it. May no one be my companion without you; may I have care for no one without you. Since the tablet of your fidelity became sound for me, I have washed that tablet clean of the letters of both worlds. By this covenant I made with you today, I have broken the covenant with all others today. May this sea of fidelity not grow turbid, for it is provision enough for me at the Resurrection. When Layla girded her waist to the covenant and sat in the cradle of fidelity upon her pledge, she took a narrow path before her, keeping away from far and near. She abandoned all her affairs and turned her face from everyone toward her beloved. She placed her neck in the collar of the beloved and withdrew her skirt from the stranger's hand. When Qays arrived at dawn from the road, he would stretch his head into the path of her she-camel. He would tell her the tale of the night, thanks for the day and complaint of the night. Until nightfall they would sit together, freed together from the company of others. In union, when Qays saw her devotion and heard this covenant of fidelity upon a pledge, the obsession of his love grew ever greater, and that obsession at last became madness. He came out of the veil into madness; the heavens bestowed on him the title Majnun. At last, with this title, the name of Qays was folded away from the book of the age. In every gathering where they seated him, they called out to him, 'Majnun, Majnun.' He too was pleased with this address, drawing delight from this fresh refrain. What better than that point which love drives? What better than that name which love calls? O Jami, break away from idle doings, that you may earn a name in love. In the workshop of the revolving sphere, there is no better work than love.

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