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بخش ۲۱ - رفتن مجنون به حج بعد از اجازت خواستن از لیلی / Section 21 - Majnun Going to the Hajj After Seeking Permission from Layla

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شرط است وفا به عهد کردن
در پاس عهود جهد کردن

سفری که ازین بلند مهد است
یک نکته ازان وفا به عهد است

آنست همیشه مرد را جهد
کاید بیرون ز عهده عهد

مجنون که وفا به عهد می کرد
در رفتن کعبه جهد می کرد

از منزل دوست بی سر و پای
شد بادیه گرد و راه پیمای

از گرمی ریگ و سختی سنگ
کرد آبله پای سعی او لنگ

از بس که شد از شکاف رنجه
شد پاشنه شاخه ها چو پنجه

بودی کف پاش گاه رفتار
نعلین هزار میخی از خار

ساقش شده صد قلم ز خاره
کردی ز میان ره کناره

بر صفحه ریگ ازان قلم ها
از محنت خود زدی رقم ها

گاهی قدمش ز بس شدی ریش
چون کو رفتی به پهلوی خویش

گاهی بودی به پویه اش رو
چون ناقه بسته پا به زانو

سقای عطش سراب بودش
وز آبله پا در آب بودش

نانش ز فطیر ماه و خور بود
آبش ز تراوش جگر بود

خوابش چو فتادن ذلیلان
بی خود ته دامن مغیلان

هر خار شدی به وقت آن خواب
بهر رگ جان کشیش قلاب

هم مرحله مار و مور با او
همراه گوزن و گور با او

دیوان و ددان رفیق راهش
یا او شه و آن همه سپاهش

هر خامه ریگ را که دیدی
حرفی ز نگار خود کشیدی

خون از مژه ریختی بر آن حرف
چندان که شدی به رنگ شنگرف

چون کعبه روان ز بعد میقات
لبیک زنان شدی در اوقات

او بسته لب از نوای لبیک
لیلی گفتی به جای لبیک

چشمش به سواد مکه از دور
چون شد ز جمال کعبه پر نور

آمد ز جمال لیلی اش یاد
برداشت ز داغ شوق فریاد

زانجا به طواف خانه زد گام
نگرفته ز ماه خانگی کام

انداخت به خانه شعله آه
از فرقت روی خانگی ماه

زد بر در خانه حلقه شوق
در گردن جان ز حلقه اش طوق

از حلقه غم در آن تک و دو
می جست ز حلقه اش برون شو

آن گه ز دو دیده خون دل ریخت
در دامن ستر کعبه آویخت

کای پرده نشین حجله ناز
وی عقده گشای پرده راز

در انجمن عرب نشستی
بازار همه عجم شکستی

روی عرب و عجم به سویت
جان همه مست آرزویت

در بادیه تو زیر هر سنگ
افتاده سر هزار سرهنگ

سنگی تو و شرک شیشه خانه
دیده ز تو کسر جاودانه

ریگ حرمت به سرمه سایی
در چشم زمانه روشنایی

از خوی من است هرزه کوشی
وز دامن توست پرده پوشی

از پرده دری پناه من باش
بر توبه گری گواه من باش

از هر چه نه نیک توبه کردم
بد کردم و لیک توبه کردم

معشوق ازل که اوست پیدا
در دیده عاشقان شیدا

عمری به درش نشسته بودم
پیمان وفاش بسته بودم

از هر چه مرا شکست پیمان
هستم ز همه کنون پشیمان

یارب ز همه بتاب رویم
وز حرف همه ورق بشویم

الا ز هوای روی لیلی
وز دعوی آرزوی لیلی

لیلی ست امیدگاه جانم
سرمایه عمر جاودانم

لیلی ستن فروغ بخش دیده
و آرام ده دل رمیده

لیلی ست چراغ زندگانی
نوباوه باغ کامرانی

او شاه ولایت نکوییست
جان تن عشق و مهرجوییست

تا او شاه است بنده ام من
تا او جان است زنده ام من

هر کس که نه زنده زوست مرده ست
هر کس که نه گرم ازو فسرده ست

گر جمله جهان شوند یک رای
کز قاعده وفاش باز آی

حاشا که نهم به سویشان گوش
یک لحظه ازو کنم فراموش

گویند به قصد حج چو مجنون
آمد سر و پا برهنه بیرون

زین واقعه اش پدر خبر یافت
دنباله او چو باد بشتافت

با او به طوافگه قرین بود
در وقت دعاش در کمین بود

بشنید چو آن دعا و زاریش
قانون وفا و دوستداریش

دست طمع از خلاص او شست
دیگر همه جا رضای او جست

در محمل لطف و هودج ناز
آورد به کوی لیلی اش باز

English translation

It is a duty to keep faith with one's covenant, to strive in guarding one's pledges. A journey that springs from this lofty cradle— one point of it is fidelity to the covenant. This is ever a man's endeavor: that he fulfill the obligation of his pledge. Majnun, who kept faith with his covenant, strove hard in going to the Kaaba. From the dwelling of the beloved, helpless and undone, he became a wanderer of the desert, a traveler of the road. From the heat of the sand and the hardness of the stone, blisters made his striving foot go lame. So wounded was it by the cracks that his heel split into branches like a claw. The sole of his foot, as he walked, became a sandal studded with a thousand nails of thorns. His shins were cut into a hundred pens by the flint; he stepped aside from the middle of the road. Upon the page of the sand, with those pens, he wrote out the marks of his own affliction. At times his foot grew so raw that, like a cripple, he walked upon his own side. At times he crawled along on his face, like a she-camel with its legs bound to its knees. The cup-bearer of his thirst was the mirage, and from his blisters his feet were awash in water. His bread was the unleavened loaf of moon and sun; his water was the seeping of his liver's blood. His sleep was like the collapse of the abject, senseless beneath the skirt of the thorn-trees. Every thorn, in the hour of that sleep, became a hook drawing at the vein of his soul. Snake and ant shared his every stage; deer and wild ass kept him company. Demons and wild beasts were his companions on the road— as though he were a king and all these his army. Every reed-like grain of sand he saw, he traced upon it a letter of his beloved; he poured blood from his lashes upon that letter until it took on the hue of vermilion. As the pilgrims, moving on after the miqat, would cry 'Labbayk' at the appointed times, he, his lips sealed from the call of Labbayk, would say 'Layla' in place of Labbayk. When his eye, upon the outline of Mecca from afar, grew full of light from the beauty of the Kaaba, the beauty of Layla came to his memory, and from the brand of longing he raised a cry. From there he stepped to circle the House, not having gained his desire from his homeland's moon. He cast the flame of his sigh upon the House, from separation from the face of his home-moon. He struck the ring of longing on the door of the House; from its ring, a collar lay upon the neck of his soul. In the ring of grief, amid that running to and fro, he sought a way out from its ring. Then from both eyes he poured the blood of his heart, and clung to the skirt of the Kaaba's covering, saying: O dweller behind the veil of the bridal chamber of grace, O loosener of the knot of the veil of mystery, you have sat in the assembly of the Arabs, you have broken the market of all the Persians. The faces of Arab and Persian turn toward you; the souls of all are drunk with longing for you. In your desert, beneath every stone, the head of a thousand commanders has fallen. You are a stone, and polytheism a house of glass that has seen eternal shattering from you. The sand of your sanctuary, ground fine as kohl, brings light to the eye of the age. Vain striving is from my own nature, and the veiling of faults is from your skirt. Be my refuge from the tearing of the veil; be my witness to my repentance. From all that is not good I have repented— I did evil, and yet I have repented. The Beloved of eternity, who stands revealed in the eyes of the frenzied lovers— for a lifetime I had sat at His door, I had bound the pact of fidelity to Him. From all that broke my pact I am now repentant of them all. O Lord, turn my face away from all, and wash the page clean of the letter of all, save from the desire for Layla's face, and from the claim of longing for Layla. Layla is the hope-place of my soul, the capital of my everlasting life. Layla is the light-giver of the eye, and the giver of peace to the frightened heart. Layla is the lamp of life, the fresh fruit of the garden of fortune. She is the king of the realm of goodness, the soul in the body of love and affection. As long as she is king, I am her servant; as long as she is my soul, I am alive. Whoever is not alive through her is dead; whoever is not warmed by her is frozen. If the whole world became of one mind, saying 'Turn back from the rule of fidelity to her,' God forbid that I should lend them my ear, or forget her for a single moment. They say that when Majnun, intent on Hajj, came out bare-headed and barefoot, his father learned of this event and hastened after him like the wind. He was beside him at the place of circumambulation, lying in wait at the time of his prayer. When he heard that prayer and lamentation, the law of his fidelity and his devotion, he washed the hand of desire from seeking his cure, and thereafter everywhere sought his contentment. In the litter of kindness and the howdah of grace, he brought him back to Layla's neighborhood.

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