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بخش ۳۶ - رسیدن مجنون در قافله لیلی به کعبه و در مناسک حج با وی عشق باختن / Section 36 - Majnun Arriving at the Kaaba in Layla's Caravan and Playing at Love with Her During the Rites of the Hajj

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لیلی چو به عزم خانه برخاست
خانه به جمال خود بیاراست

چشمش سوی آن رمیده افتاد
خون جگرش ز دیده افتاد

بگریست که ای فراق دیده
درد و غم اشتیاق دیده

در کشمکش فراق چونی
در آتش اشتیاق چونی

من بی تو چه دم زنم که چونم
اینک ز دو دیده غرق خونم

روزان و شبان در آرزویت
تنها منم و خیال رویت

جز مردم دیده کس ندارم
کز دل با او دمی برآرم

خوشحال تو در غمم که باری
گفتن دانی به غمگزاری

مجنون به زبان بی زبانی
هم زین سخنان چنانکه دانی

می گفت و ز بیم ناکس و کس
چشمی از پیش و چشمی از پس

غم بی حد و فرصتی چنین تنگ
کردند به طوف خانه آهنگ

لیلی به طواف خانه در گرد
مجنون ز قفاش سینه پر درد

آن سنگ سیاه بوسه می داد
وین دل به خیال خام او شاد

آن برد دهان به آب زمزم
وین کرد ز گریه دیده پر نم

آن روی به مروه و صفا داشت
وین جای به ذروه وفا داشت

آن در عرفات گشته واقف
وین واقف او در آن مواقف

آن روی به مشعر حرامش
وین در غم شعر مشکفامش

آن تیغ به دست در منا تیز
وین بانگ زده که خون من ریز

آن کرده به رمی سنگ آهنگ
وین داشته سر به پیش آن سنگ

آن کرده وداع خانه بنیاد
وین کرده ز بیم هجر فریاد

لیلی چو ازان وداع پرداخت
مسند به درون محمل انداخت

مجنون به میانه فرصتی جست
جا کرد به پیش محملش چست

هر دو به وداع هم ستادند
وز درد ز دیده خون گشادند

بی گفت زبان ز چشم پر خون
دادند ز سینه درد بیرون

کردند وداع یکدگر را
چون تن که کند وداع سر را

یک لحظه که سر رفیق تن نیست
تن را امکان زیستن نیست

آن راند به سوز و درد محمل
وین ماند ز گریه پای در گل

زان شد محمل چو نافه پر مشک
وین را در تن چو نافه خون خشک

چون نافه ز راز پرده بگشاد
وین شمه ز حال خود برون داد

کافسوس که تن بماند و جان رفت
از دل صبر و ز تن توان رفت

بنمود جمال خود پس از دیر
زان می سوزم که زود شد سیر

عمری ز قفای او دویدم
تا روی وی از نقاب دیدم

ناگشته هنوز چشم من گرم
پوشید و نداشت از خدا شرم

آن تشنه لبم که در بیابان
هر سو شدم آبجو شتابان

چون پی بردم به چشمه آب
صبر از دل من چو آب نایاب

ننشسته هنوز آتش تیز
زد دشنه عرابیم که برخیز

از من تا مگر ره بسی نیست
امروز به روز من کسی نیست

دل پر درد است و سینه پر سوز
یا رب که مباد کس بدین روز

خوش آن کین روز هم نماند
تیغ اجلم ز غم رهاند

این گفت و جدا ز آل لیلی
با همرهی خیال لیلی

با جمعی دگر به راه زد گام
نی تاب و توان نه صبر و آرام

ترسید کزان گروه بی باک
در همرهیش به جان فتد چاک

زان لیلی را رسد ملالی
و او را ز ملالش انفعالی

آن کعبه روی حجازی آهنگ
در بادیه فراخ دلتنگ

با یار ز وصل یار محروم
غمگین و ز غمگذار محروم

چون پی به حریم خانه آورد
رو در ره آن یگانه آورد

بگرفت ره طوافگاهش
بنهاد سر وفا به راهش

English translation

When Layla rose with intent toward the House, she adorned the House with her own beauty. Her glance fell upon that startled one, and the blood of her heart poured from her eyes. She wept: O you who have seen separation, who have known the pain and grief of longing, how fare you in the struggle of parting? how fare you in the fire of yearning? Without you, what breath can I draw, how am I? Behold, from both eyes I am drowned in blood. Day and night in longing for you, alone am I with the image of your face. I have none but the pupil of my eye, with whom to draw a moment's breath from the heart. Happy are you in my grief, for at least you know how to speak in consolation. Majnun, with the tongue of tonguelessness, with these very words, in the way you know, was speaking, and from fear of stranger and kin, one eye before him and one eye behind. Grief without limit, and a chance so narrow— they set out to circle the House. Layla, circling in circumambulation of the House, Majnun behind her, his breast full of pain. She was kissing the Black Stone, and he, his heart gladdened by vain fancy of her. She brought her mouth to the water of Zamzam, and he made his eyes moist with weeping. She turned her face toward Marwa and Safa, and he took his place on the summit of fidelity. She was halting at Arafat, and he mindful of her in those halting-places. She turned her face to the Sacred Grove (Mash'ar), and he grieving over her musk-scented hair. She with a sharp blade in hand at Mina, and he crying out: shed my blood! She set about the stoning of the pillars, and he held his head before that stone. She made farewell to the House's foundation, and he cried out from fear of parting. When Layla had finished that farewell, she cast her seat within the litter. Majnun sought an opening in the midst, and nimbly placed himself before her litter. Both stood to bid each other farewell, and from pain shed blood from their eyes. Without the tongue's speech, from blood-filled eyes, they poured out the pain from their breasts. They bade farewell to one another, like a body bidding farewell to the head. A moment when the head is not the body's companion, the body has no possibility of living. She drove her litter on with burning and pain, and he remained, his feet stuck in the mud of weeping. Thereby the litter grew full of musk like a musk-pod, and he, in his body, held blood dried like a musk-pod. As the musk-pod unveils its secret, he too let out a whiff of his own state: Alas, the body remained and the soul departed; patience left the heart and strength left the body. She showed her beauty after long delay— I burn because the sight was sated too soon. A lifetime I ran after her, until I glimpsed her face from behind the veil. My eye had not yet grown warm with it when she covered it, with no shame before God. I am that parched-lipped one who in the desert rushed everywhere in search of water; when I found my way to the spring, patience, like the water, grew scarce in my heart. The fierce fire had not yet settled when the Arab struck with a dagger: rise up! From me the road is perhaps not far, yet today none shares my plight. The heart is full of pain, the breast full of burning— O Lord, let no one come to this day. Happy that this day, too, will not remain; the sword of death will free me from grief. He said this, and parted from Layla's kin; with the companionship of Layla's image, with another band he set out on the road, with neither strength nor power, patience nor rest. He feared that from that reckless company a rip might fall upon his soul in their company, that thereby some vexation would reach Layla, and from her vexation, some distress upon him. That one, his face toward the Kaaba, bound for Hijaz, heavy-hearted in the wide desert, with his beloved yet deprived of her union, sorrowful and deprived of any to ease his sorrow— when he made his way to the sanctuary of the House, he turned his face onto the path of that Unique One, he took the road of its circumambulation-place, and laid down his head of fidelity upon its way.

Updated 2026-07-19

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