1Cademy - بخش ۴۷ - پوست پوشیدن مجنون و به میان گوسفندان لیلی درآمدن و به حوالی خیمه گاه وی رفتن / Section 47 - Majnun Donning a Sheepskin and Entering Among Laylas Sheep and Going to the Vicinity of Her Encampment

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بخش ۴۷ - پوست پوشیدن مجنون و به میان گوسفندان لیلی درآمدن و به حوالی خیمه گاه وی رفتن / Section 47 - Majnun Donning a Sheepskin and Entering Among Layla's Sheep and Going to the Vicinity of Her Encampment

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آن پوست و مغز قصه اش نغز
از پوست چنین برون دهد مغز

کان پوست شناس مغز دیده
از پوست به مغز آن رسیده

چون شد به دیار یار نزدیک
شد کار بر او چو موی باریک

نی رخصت پیش یار رفتن
نی صبر ازان دیار رفتن

از قرب دیار شوق افزود
وز وصل هزار مانعش بود

سرگشته در آن دیار می گشت
وآشفته و بی قرار می گشت

هر کس که در آن دیار دیدی
یا در راهی به او رسیدی

زو چاره کار خویش جستی
درمان درون ریش جستی

روزی می گشت گرد آن دشت
ناگه رمه ای ز دور بگذشت

شد گرد رمه عبیر جیبش
کامد ز عبیردان غیبش

از نور شبان چو لمعه نور
می تافت فروغ لیلی از دور

زانه لمعه چو یافت روشنایی
افروخت چراغ آشنایی

گفت ای ز تو در سیه گلیمی
روشن شده آتش کلیمی

هر کوه ز مقدم تو طوری
در طور ز آتش تو نوری

ای وادی ایمن از تو این خاک
ترسان ز عصات نیل افلاک

هر جا که ز کف بیفکنی چوب
بر معرکه ددان فتد کوب

هر چند به صورت آن عصاییست
در دیده خصم اژدهاییست

بربوده به دشت از دد و دام
آواز فلاخن تو آرام

هر گه سنگی به زور بازو
در کفه آن کنی ترازو

گرگ از رمه ات ز بیم آن سنگ
افتان خیزان جهد به فرسنگ

ور زانکه شوی ازان فلاخن
بر برج فلک عروسک افکن

افتاده ز ترس لرزه بر شیر
خود را زان برج افکند زیر

ای کاسه تو کشیده خوانی
پرورده ز شیر خود جهانی

هر صبح ز خوانش این کهن پیر
بزغاله و بره را دهد شیر

با تشنه لبی منم اسیری
زین خوان کرم نخورده شیری

با تشنه لبان چو چرخ مستیز
یک جرعه شیر بر لبم ریز

شیری نه که تن بپروراند
شیری که غذا به جان رساند

یعنی که ز لطف و مهربانی
رحمی بنما چنانکه دانی

بگشای به کوی لیلی ام در
دزدیده به سوی لیلی ام بر

تا بو که به گوشه ای نشینم
پوشیده جمال او ببینم

از تو به قلاده سگم خوش
چون سگ به قلاده خودم کش

باشد که طفیلی سگانش
سایم سر خود بر آستانش

یا کن ز سر وفا پسندی
خاصم به لباس گوسفندی

آمد تن من گسسته جانی
بی پوست و گوشت استخوانی

زین گله که جان فدای آنم
یک پوست بکش در استخوانم

شاید به حریم ارجمندان
گنجم به طفیل گوسفندان

چون گله به آن حرم درآید
لیلی سوی آن نظر گشاید

من نیز به آن نظر درآیم
پنهان سوی او نظر گشایم

رویی بینم که در فراقش
دل سوخته ام ز اشتیاقش

این گفت و چو سایه بی خود افتاد
چون مرده به خاک مرقد افتاد

تا ماهی و ماه کرد ازو راه
از دیده سرشک وز جگر آه

بالای سرش شبان نشسته
چشمی گریان دلی شکسته

زان بیهوشی چو با خود آمد
واندوه شده یکی صد آمد

بگشاد شبان لب ترحم
گفت ای شده در هوای دل گم

خوش باش که وقت دلنوازیست
وامشب شب وصل و کار سازیست

آورد به سوی او یکی پوست
کین پرده توست تا در دوست

این را در پوش و شاد و خندان
می رقص میان گوسنفدان

شاید کامروز همچو هر روز
گرد رمه گردد آن دل افروز

حال تو در آن میان نداند
وز کف به تو راحتی رساند

مسکین مجنون چو پوست را دید
سوی رمه میل دوست بشنید

برخاست فکنده پوست در بر
برساخت ز دست پای دیگر

پیوسته دلی اسیر غم داشت
کاندر ره عشق پای کم داشت

با آن پایی که داشت پیوست
هر پای دگر کش آمد از دست

با آن رمه خم ز بار غم پشت
هم پای همی دوید هم پشت

می زد به امید دست و پایی
تا بو که ازان رسد به جایی

می گفت به زیر لب که یارب
این خلعت نورسیده کامشب

از نرمی دولتم به پشت است
با آن سنجاب بس درشت است

گر قصه آن رسد به قاقم
در خود کشد از خجالتش دم

با نرمی آن ز مو درشتی
اقرار کند به خارپشتی

زین پوست شدم چو نافه مشکین
اینجا چه سگ است آهوی چین

ان نیست سزا به قد هر کس
تا جان دارم لباسم این بس

از شادی این لباس بر تن
صد پوست نشست گوشت بر من

زین پوست شدم سعادت اندوز
در پوست همی نگنجم امروز

با خود بود اندرین فسانه
کاورد ره آن شبان به خانه

لیلی آمد ز خانه بیرون
چون چارده مه ز دور گردون

گردن ز حلی بلند آواز
ساق از خلخال نغمه پرداز

پر کرده ز زلف پر خم و تاب
دامان جهان ز عنبر ناب

کرد از رمه جا به یک کناره
بگشاد نظر پی نظاره

هر زنده به نوبت از بز و میش
زان گله همی گذشتش از پیش

نوبت چو به آن رمیده افتاده
از پوست به دوست دیده بگشاد

نی صبر بماند نه قرارش
وز دست برفت اختیارش

بانگی زد و بی خبر بیفتاد
چون سایه به رهگذر بیفتاد

لیلی چو شنید بانگ بشناخت
کان کیست نظر به سویش انداخت

افتاده چه دید پوستی خشک
پر خون جگرش چو نافه مشک

هم عقل ز دست داده هم هوش
هم چشم ز کار مانده هم گوش

بالین ز کنار خویش کردش
وز چهره به گریه شست گردش

از خوی به گلاب عطر پرورد
زان بیهوشی به هوشش آورد

آمد چو به هوش و دیده بگشاد
پیش رخ او به سجده افتاد

کای مردم چشم چشم بازان
وی قبله ناز پرنیازان

ای گلبن باغ سربلندی
وی نور چراغ ارجمندی

ای عرش برین تو و زمین من
هیهات که آن تو باشی این من

باور نکنم من فتاده
کین بر سر من تویی ستاده

سر برده بر اوج لامکان عرش
خاشاک زمین کیش سزد فرش

دامان تو در کفم محال است
گر نغلطم امشب این خیال است

مستان که به شب خیال بینند
در خواب دو صد محال بینند

آنجا که ز طالعم دلیل است
این واقعه هم ازان قبیل است

خوابی که در او رخ تو بینم
با تو به فراغ دل نشینم

بیداری دولت من است آن
بینایی چشم روشن است آن

لیلی چو نیازمندیش دید
وان نکته دلنواز بشنید

گفت ای شده میهمانم امشب
آسوده به توست جانم امشب

این پوست بود ز دوست مانع
از دوست شو به پوست قانع

از گردن خود بیفکن این پوست
بی پوست نشین چو مغز با دوست

تا چند سخن ز پرده گوییم
رازی دو سه پوست کرده گوییم

شب روشن بود و ماه تابان
محنت به ره عدم شتابان

تا صبح به یکدگر نشستند
یک لحظه لب از سخن نبستند

صد قصه به آه و ناله گفتند
درد دل چند ساله گفتند

صد نکته هنوز بود باقی
زد مرغ ترانه فراقی

صبح از دم گرگ رایت افراشت
سگ خفت و خروس نعره برداشت

چون نعره او سماع کردند
یکدیگر را وداع کردند

آن جانب خیمه قد ستون کرد
وین دشت ز گریه لاله گون کرد

این است بلی سپهر را کار
کز بعد هزار رنج و تیمار

گر خسته دلی جگر فگاری
یابد ره وصل پیش یاری

ناکرده نگاه در رخش تیز
دستش گیرد که زود برخیز

English translation

That skin and kernel—its tale is delightful; from the skin it thus brings forth the kernel. For that skin-knower has seen the kernel; from the skin he has reached its kernel. When he drew near the beloved's homeland, his plight grew fine as a hair upon him. Neither leave to go before the beloved, nor patience to depart from that land. From nearness to the land his longing increased, and a thousand hindrances barred him from union. Bewildered he wandered about that land, distraught and restless he roamed. Whoever saw him in that land, or came upon him on some road, sought from him the remedy of their affairs, sought the cure of the wound within. One day he was roaming that plain when suddenly a flock passed by from afar. The dust of the flock became his collar's perfume, for it came from the perfume-box of the unseen. From the shepherd's light, like a gleam of light, the radiance of Layla shone from afar. When from that gleam he found brightness, he kindled the lamp of familiarity. He said: O you, through whom in a black cloak the fire of Moses is made bright, every mountain from your coming is a Sinai; in Sinai, from your fire, is a light. O sacred valley, from you is this earth; the Nile of the heavens fears your staff. Wherever you cast down your staff from your hand, a blow falls upon the field of wild beasts. Though in form it is but a staff, in the enemy's eye it is a dragon. The sound of your sling has snatched away all peace on the plain from beast and prey. Whenever, with the strength of your arm, you place a stone in that scale-pan of the sling, the wolf, from fear of that stone, flees your flock, stumbling and rising, a whole league away. And if with that sling you cast a pellet up at the tower of the sphere, trembling with fear seizes Leo the lion, who hurls himself down from that tower. O you whose bowl has spread out a feast, nourishing a whole world with its milk— each morning from its table this ancient elder gives milk to the kid and the lamb. With parched lips I am a captive, having tasted no milk from this table of bounty. Do not, like the wheel of fate, contend with the thirsty-lipped; pour one draught of milk upon my lip— not milk that would nourish the body, but milk that brings sustenance to the soul. That is, out of kindness and affection, show mercy in the way you know. Open for me the door to Layla's lane; stealthily carry me toward Layla, so that perhaps I may sit in some corner and secretly behold her beauty. By you, in a collar, I am content to be a dog; like a dog on a leash, drag me along. Perhaps, as a hanger-on of her dogs, I may rub my head upon her threshold. Or, out of faithfulness, deign to favor me with the garb of a sheep. My body has become a soul torn apart, a bone without skin or flesh. From this flock, for which I would give my life, draw one skin over my bones. Perhaps into the sanctuary of the honored ones I may slip in as a hanger-on of the sheep. When the flock enters that sanctuary, Layla will turn her gaze toward it; I too shall come within that gaze, secretly turning my gaze toward her. I shall behold a face for whose separation my heart is burned with longing. He said this and, like a shadow, fell senseless; like a corpse he fell upon the grave's dust. For a long while he poured forth tears from his eye and sighs from his liver. Above his head the shepherd sat, an eye weeping, a heart broken. When he came to himself from that swoon, and his grief had grown a hundredfold, the shepherd opened his lips in compassion: He said: O you, lost in the heart's passion, be glad, for it is the hour of heart-cherishing, and tonight is the night of union and success. He brought toward him a skin, saying: This is your veil unto the beloved's door. Put this on and, glad and laughing, dance among the sheep. Perhaps today, as on every day, that heart-kindler will circle the flock; she will not know your state in the midst, and from her hand bring you some comfort. When poor Majnun saw the skin, he heard in it the flock's leaning toward the beloved. He rose, throwing the skin over himself, and made of his hands another pair of feet. He always had a heart captive to grief, for on love's road he was short of feet. With the feet he had he joined each other foot that came to his hands. With that flock, his back bent by grief's burden, he ran on both feet and back at once. He struggled with hand and foot in hope that thereby he might reach somewhere. He said beneath his breath: O Lord, this newly-arrived robe of honor, tonight— from its softness, my fortune rests on my back; beside it, ermine is quite coarse. If its tale should reach the ermine, it would draw in its breath from shame; against its softness, for coarseness of hair it would confess to being a hedgehog. By this skin I have become like a pod of musk; what is a dog here—it is the musk-deer of China! It is not fitting for everyone's stature; as long as I have life, this garment is enough for me. From joy of this garment upon my body, a hundred skins of flesh settled upon me. By this skin I have gathered felicity; today I cannot be contained in my own skin for joy. He was absorbed in this fable when the shepherd's road brought them home. Layla came out of the house, like the fourteenth-night moon from the sphere's horizon, her neck loud with jewels, her ankle making melody with anklets, having filled, from her curling, twisting tresses, the skirt of the world with pure ambergris. She took a place to one side of the flock and opened her gaze to watch. Each living creature in turn, of goat and sheep, of that flock passed before her. When the turn came to that startled, fallen one, from beneath the skin he opened his eye to the beloved. Neither patience remained nor his composure, and his self-control went out of his hands. He gave a cry and fell unconscious, like a shadow fallen upon the pathway. When Layla heard the cry she knew who it was, and cast her glance toward him. What did she see, fallen—a dry skin, his liver full of blood like a pod of musk, having lost both reason and sense, both eye and ear ceased from their work. She made him a pillow from her own side, and with weeping washed the dust from his face. With rosewater she coaxed perfume from his sweat, and from that swoon she brought him to his senses. When he came to and opened his eyes, he fell in prostration before her face: O pupil of the eye of the falcon-eyed, O qibla of coquetry for the needful, O rose-bush of the garden of eminence, O light of the lamp of the honored— O the highest throne is you, and the earth is I; alas, that you should be that, and I this. I, fallen, cannot believe that this one standing over my head is you. You who raise your head to the placeless throne's peak— a straw of the earth's creed befits as your carpet. Your skirt in my hand is impossible; if I am not mistaken, tonight this is a phantasy. The intoxicated, who see phantoms at night, see two hundred impossibilities in dream. Given what my fortune foretells, this event too is of that same kind— a dream in which I see your face and sit with you at heart's ease. That is the waking of my fortune; that is the sight of the bright eye. When Layla saw his neediness and heard that heart-soothing subtlety, she said: O you who are my guest tonight, my soul is at ease through you tonight. This skin was a barrier from the beloved; now that you have the beloved, be no longer content with the skin. Cast off this skin from your neck; sit without the skin, like a kernel, with the beloved. How long shall we speak from behind the veil? Let us tell two or three secrets, husked and open. The night was bright and the moon shining, sorrow hastening on the road to non-existence. Till dawn they sat with one another, not for a moment closing their lips from speech. A hundred tales they told with sighs and laments; they told the heart's pain of many years. A hundred subtleties still remained when the bird struck up a song of parting. Dawn raised its banner from the wolf's breath; the dog slept, and the cock raised its cry. When they heard its cry, they bade one another farewell. She made her figure a pillar toward the tent, and he made the plain tulip-colored with weeping. Yes, this is the way of the sphere: that after a thousand pains and cares, if a broken-hearted, liver-wounded one finds the road of union before a beloved, before he has looked sharply on her face, it takes his hand and says: rise quickly.

Updated 2026-07-20

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