1Cademy - بخش ۱۰ - گرم شدن مجنون از سماع آوازه لیلی و آهنگ مقام او کردن و چون شکاریان سرگشته به پای خود روی به دام آوردن / Section 10 - Majnun Becoming Inflamed by Hearing the Fame of Layla and Setting Out for Her Abode, and How the Bewildered Prey Turn Toward the Snare on Their Own Feet

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بخش ۱۰ - گرم شدن مجنون از سماع آوازه لیلی و آهنگ مقام او کردن و چون شکاریان سرگشته به پای خود روی به دام آوردن / Section 10 - Majnun Becoming Inflamed by Hearing the Fame of Layla and Setting Out for Her Abode, and How the Bewildered Prey Turn Toward the Snare on Their Own Feet

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برگشت چو قیس غم رسیده
زان شمع قبیله دل رمیده

بهر شب خود چراغ می جست
وز لاله رخان سراغ می جست

هر زنده که آمدی ز هر حی
گشتی به نیاز مرده وی

کز خیل بتان خبر چه داری
زین قصه بگوی هر چه داری

جمعی به دیار وی رسیدند
وان میل و شعف ز وی بدیدند

گفتند که در فلان قبیله
ماهیست چو حور عین جمیله

لیلی آمد به نام و خیلی
هر سو به هواش کرده میلی

حسن رخش از صفت برون است
هم خود برو و ببین که چون است

از گوش مجوی کار دیده
فرق است ز دیده تا شنیده

این قصه شنید قیس و برخاست
خود را به لباس بهتر آراست

از شوق درون فغان برآورد
وان ناقه به زیر ران درآورد

می راند در آرزوی لیلی
تا سر برزد به کوی لیلی

چون مردم لیلیش بدیدند
بر وی دم مردمی دمیدند

گفتند به نیکویی ثنایش
کردند به صدر خانه جایش

لیک از هر سو نظر همی تافت
از مقصد خود اثر نمی یافت

خون گشت ز ناامیدیش دل
ناگاه برآمد از مقابل

آواز حلی و بانگ خلخال
گرداند سماع آن بر او حال

در حله ناز دید سروی
چون کبک دری روان تذروی

رویی ز حساب وصف بیرون
گلگونه نکرده لیک گلگون

جبهه چو کشیده لوح سیمی
نی نی ز مه تمام نیمی

ابروش کمان عنبرین توز
مژگانش ز مشک تیر دلدوز

آهو چشمی که گویی آهو
چشمش به نظاره دوخت در رو

چون لعل لبی ولی نه از سنگ
چون می در لطف و لعل در رنگ

کوچک دهنی عجب شکربار
زنبور عسل مگر به گلزار

بر برگ گلی شده هنرکوش
نیشی زده است و کرده پر نوش

درج گهرش ز عقد دندان
چون غنچه ز رشح صبح خندان

سیمین ذقنش ز لطف سیبی
چون سیم عجب خرد فریبی

بر وی خالی ز مشک سوده
یارانه ز لطف او نموده

غبغب که ازوست طوق داری
گویی که تو سیمتن نگاری

سیمین سیبی گرفته در مشت
حلقه شده گرد سیبش انگشت

هر موی ز زلف او کمندی
بر پای دلی نهاده بندی

لیلی آمد بدین شمایل
وز جای برفت قیس را دل

گشتند به روی یکدگر خوش
در خرمن هم زدند آتش

آن حلقه زلف باز می کرد
وین دست هوس دراز می کرد

آن پرده ز رخ گشاد می داد
وین صبر و خرد به باد می داد

آن ناوک زهرناک می زد
وین زمزمه هلاک می زد

آن خنده زنان شکر همی ریخت
وین گریه کنان گهر همی ریخت

آن از نم خوی جبین همی شست
وین دفتر عقل و دین همی شست

آن بر سر حسن و ناز می بود
وین سر به ره نیاز می بود

القصه شدند چاشنی گیر
از یکدیگر چو شکر و شیر

چون غنچه به هم دو سرو گلرنگ
کردند آغاز صبحتی تنگ

شد دیده چو بهره ور ز دیدار
گشتند شکر شکن به گفتار

هر یک به بهانه ای ز جایی
می گفت نبوده ماجرایی

نی شرح غم نو و کهن بود
مقصود سخن همین سخن بود

غافل ز فریب این غم آباد
بودند ز بند هر غم آزاد

الا غم آن که چون سرآید
این روز وصال و شب درآید

دور از دلبر چگونه باشند
بی یکدیگر چگونه باشند

بی ترجمه زبان، هر یک
می گفت زبان جان هر یک

زارم ز توهم شب امروز
دور از شب باد یارب امروز

خورشید که پادشاه روز است
وز ظلمت شب پناه روز است

تا حشر جهان فروز بادا
شب های زمانه روز بادا

این می گفتند لیک گردون
کی گردش خود کند دگرگون

زرین علمی که مشرق انداخت
دور فلکش به مغرب انداخت

قیس و لیلی ز هم بریدند
دیدند ز فرقت آنچه دیدند

آن ناقه به جای خویشتن راند
وین پای شکسته در وطن ماند

English translation

When Qays, stricken with grief, turned back, his heart startled away from that candle of the tribe, He sought a lamp for his own dark night, and sought word of her from the tulip-cheeked ones. Every living soul who came from any tribe, he would stand before, longing like one dead, Saying: what news have you of the company of beauties? Of this tale tell whatever you know. A group arrived from her land, and saw in him that inclination and ardor. They said: in a certain tribe there is a moon, lovely as a wide-eyed houri. Layla is her name, and many on every side have leaned in love for her. The beauty of her face is beyond describing; go yourself and see how it is. Seek not from the ear the work of the eye, for there is a difference between seeing and hearing. Qays heard this tale and rose up, adorned himself in his finest garments, From the longing within he raised a cry, and brought the she-camel beneath his thigh. He rode on in desire for Layla, until he arrived at Layla's quarter. When Layla's people caught sight of him, they breathed upon him the breath of hospitality. They praised him with kindness, and seated him at the head of the house. But he cast his glance in every direction, and found no trace of his goal. His heart turned to blood from despair; suddenly there arose from before him The sound of ornaments and the jingle of anklets, and hearing it transformed his state. In a robe of coquetry he saw a cypress-form, moving like a partridge, a graceful pheasant, A face beyond the reckoning of description, wearing no rouge, yet rosy of hue, A brow like a burnished tablet of silver, no, rather half of a full moon, Her eyebrow an ambergris-wrapped bow, her lashes musk-arrows that pierce the heart, A gazelle-eyed one, such that you would say the gazelle fixed its own eye, gazing upon her face, A lip like a ruby, yet not of stone, like wine in delicacy and ruby in color, A small mouth wondrously raining sugar, as though a honeybee in a rose-garden Had set to its craft upon a rose-petal, stung it and filled it full of honey. The casket of her pearls, the string of her teeth, like a bud laughing at the morning dew. Her silver chin, from its softness an apple, like silver, a wondrous little deceiver. Upon it a mole of ground musk, showing tender friendliness from its grace. A dimpled chin from which hangs a collar— you would say: you are a silver-bodied beauty Holding a silver apple in her fist, her fingers ringed around that apple. Each hair of her tresses a lasso, laying a fetter on the foot of a heart. Layla came with this fair form, and from its place Qays's heart departed. They grew glad at the sight of one another, and set fire to each other's harvest. She would open the ring of her tresses, and he would stretch out the hand of desire. She would unveil her face, and he would give patience and reason to the wind. She would loose a poison-tipped arrow, and he would murmur of his own destruction. She, laughing, would scatter sugar, and he, weeping, would scatter pearls. She would wash her brow of the dew of sweat, and he would wash away the book of reason and faith. She kept to the summit of beauty and coquetry, and he kept his head on the road of yearning. In short, they became tasters, sweet to each other as sugar and milk. Like a bud, the two rose-hued cypresses together began an intimate, close companionship. When the eye grew rich from beholding, they turned sugar-sweet in their speech. Each, on some pretext, from somewhere would speak, though nothing had truly happened. No, it was the account of grief old and new; the aim of the speech was the speaking itself. Heedless of the deceit of this house of sorrow, they were free of the bond of every grief, Save the grief that, when it should end, this day of union, and night should come— Far from the beloved, how would they fare? Without each other, how would they be? Without the tongue's translation, each spoke with the tongue of the other's soul: I am wretched at the mere thought of tonight; O Lord, keep this day far from night. The sun, which is the king of the day, and the day's refuge from the darkness of night— May it light the world until the Resurrection; may the nights of the age turn to day. This they kept saying, but the turning heavens— when do they ever change their own turning? The golden banner that the east flung up, the wheeling sphere cast down into the west. Qays and Layla were severed from each other, and saw from parting what they saw. The one drove the she-camel back to his own place, while the other, broken-footed, stayed behind at home.

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