1Cademy - بخش ۲۳ - خبر یافتن پدر لیلی از ملاقات کردن وی با مجنون و سیاست کردن وی بر آن / Section 23 - Laylas Father Learning of Her Meeting with Majnun and Punishing Her for It

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بخش ۲۳ - خبر یافتن پدر لیلی از ملاقات کردن وی با مجنون و سیاست کردن وی بر آن / Section 23 - Layla's Father Learning of Her Meeting with Majnun and Punishing Her for It

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مجنون چو به حکم آن دل افروز
محروم شد از زیارت روز

تا روز غمش به شب رسدی
صد ره جانش به لب رسیدی

شبها به لباس شبروانه
گشتی به ره طلب روانه

منزل به دیار یار کردی
وانجا همه شب قرار کردی

هر گاه که یافتی مجالی
لب بگشادی به حسب حالی

گفتی ز فراق روز با او
صد قصه سینه سوز با او

هر چند ز هجر غصه کش بود
با این تک و پوی نیز خوش بود

یک شب به هم آن دو پاکدامان
در کشور عشق نیکنامان

بودند نشسته هر دو تنها
انداخته در میان سخن ها

از مرده دلان حی جوانی
در شیوه عشق بدگمانی

بگذشت بر در آن شکسته حالان
با هم ز درون خسته نالان

بر صحبت تنگشان حسد برد
واندر حقشان گمان بد برد

آری نیکی ز بد نیاید
هر حامله جنس خویش زاید

چیزی که بود ز سرکه یا می
در کوزه همان تراود از وی

القصه ز چشمه سار لیلی
یک قطره که دید ساخت سیلی

شد روز دگر به خلوت راز
پیش پدرش فسانه پرداز

در خرمن خشکش آتش افروخت
زان شعله نخست خرمنش سوخت

آمد سوی لیلی آتش افکن
وان راز شبانه ساخت روشن

بهر ادبش گشاد پنجه
گل را به طپانچه ساخت رنجه

چون نیلوفر ز زخم سیلی
کردش رخ لاله رنگ نیلی

از ضربت چوب تر بر اعضاش
گل خاست ز چوب گلبن آساش

هر دم می گفت توبه لیلی
از هر چه نه عشق قیس یعنی

هر دم می کرد ناله زار
لیکن نه ز لت، ز فرقت یار

هر دم می ریخت از مژه خون
لیکن ز فراق روی مجنون

بعد از همه یاد کرد سوگند
اول به جلال آن خداوند

کز هیبت اوست چرخ افلاک
آورده رخ نیاز در خاک

وانگه به لوایح کمالش
لامع ز بدایع جمالش

وانگه به مقربان درگاه
ز اسرار صفات و ذاتش آگاه

کز جراء/ت قیس ازین غم آباد
خواهم به خلیفه برد فریاد

او کیست که گاه صبح و گه شام
در طوف حریم من زند گام

صد دام نهد ز حیله و کید
تا طرفه غزال من کند صید

گر داد خلیفه داد من خوش
ور نی بندم من ستمکش

در رهگذر وی از ستیزه
محکم بندی ز تیغ و نیزه

یا پای برون نهد ازین راه
یا دست کند ز عمر کوتاه

مجنون چو ازین حدیث جانسوز
آگاهی یافت هم در آن روز

شد عرصه دهر تنگ بر وی
زد غصه هجر چنگ در وی

گشت از تک و پوی پای او سست
وز حرف امید لوح دل شست

بنشست و کشید پا به دامان
از رفتن آشکار و پنهان

نی از غم خویش از غم یار
کز جور پدر نبیند آزار

English translation

Majnun, by the command of that heart-illuminating one, was deprived of visitation by day. Until the day of his grief reached night, a hundred times his soul came to his lips. At nights, in the garb of night-travelers, he would set out upon the road of seeking. He would lodge in the land of the beloved, and there he would rest the whole night through. Whenever he found an opportunity, he would open his lips to tell his state. He would speak to her of the day's separation, a hundred heart-searing tales with her. Though he was grief-stricken from parting, with all this striving and toil he was still content. One night, those two chaste ones together, in the realm of the good-named lovers, sat both alone, casting words between them. Of the dead-hearted of the tribe, a youth, suspicious in the ways of love, passed by the door of those broken-hearted ones who moaned together from inner weariness. He envied their close companionship and harbored ill thoughts about them. Yes, good does not come from evil; every pregnant thing gives birth to its own kind. Whatever is of vinegar or of wine, that same thing seeps out of the jug. In short, from Layla's fountain he saw a single drop and made of it a flood. The next day, in the seclusion of secrets, before her father he turned tale-teller. In her dry harvest he kindled a fire; from that flame first his own harvest burned. The fire-caster came toward Layla and laid bare that nightly secret. To discipline her he opened his hand; he pained the flower with slaps. Like a water-lily from the wound of the slap, he turned her tulip-hued cheek indigo. From the blow of the fresh switch upon her limbs, flowers sprang from that rose-bush-like rod. Every moment Layla repented of all that was not the love of Qays—that is to say, every moment she made a piteous moan, yet not from the beating, but from parting with her beloved; every moment she shed blood from her lashes, yet from separation from Majnun's face. After all this, the father took an oath, first by the majesty of that Lord by whose awe the wheel of the heavens has laid its face of need upon the dust, then by the tablets of His perfection, radiant with the wonders of His beauty, then by those brought near to the Court, aware of the secrets of His attributes and essence: that because of Qays's audacity, out of this abode of grief, I will carry my complaint to the Caliph. Who is he that, at dawn and at dusk, paces around the sanctuary that is mine? He sets a hundred snares of guile and cunning to hunt down my wondrous gazelle. If the Caliph grants me my justice, well and good; but if not, I, the wronged one, will set, in his path, out of enmity, a firm barrier of sword and spear. Either he sets his foot out of this road, or he cuts short the hand of his life. When Majnun became aware of this soul-searing news that very day, the expanse of the world grew narrow upon him; the grief of parting clawed into him. From all his running about his feet grew weak, and he washed the word of hope from the tablet of his heart. He sat down and drew his foot into his skirt, ceasing to go, whether openly or in secret— not from grief for himself, but from grief for the beloved, lest she suffer harm from her father's tyranny.

Updated 2026-07-19

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