1Cademy - بخش ۲۴ - رفتن مجنون به خانه بیوه زنی که در همسایگی لیلی می بود و منع کردن پدر لیلی آن بیوه زن را از آنکه مجنون را در خانه خود گذارد / Section 24 - Majnun Going to the House of a Widow Woman Who Lived in Laylas Neighborhood, and Laylas Father Forbidding That Widow Woman from Letting Majnun Stay in Her House

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بخش ۲۴ - رفتن مجنون به خانه بیوه زنی که در همسایگی لیلی می بود و منع کردن پدر لیلی آن بیوه زن را از آنکه مجنون را در خانه خود گذارد / Section 24 - Majnun Going to the House of a Widow Woman Who Lived in Layla's Neighborhood, and Layla's Father Forbidding That Widow Woman from Letting Majnun Stay in Her House

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همسایه لیلی آن جمیله
می بود زنی نه زان قبیله

از کربت غربتش درون ریش
وز محنت بیوگی غم اندیش

برداشته شوهر از سرش پای
وز وی دو یتیم مانده بر جای

بودند به هم غریب و مهجور
هم معده گرسنه هم بدن عور

مجنون چو ز گنج وصل محروم
کردی چو چغذ میل آن بوم

غمخانه وی مقام کردی
در خدمت وی قیام کردی

آن هر دو یتیم را چو دیدی
دست شفقت به سر کشیدی

هر سیم و زرش که دست دادی
پوشیده به دستشان نهادی

چون سایه یار رفتش از دست
همسایه وی به جاش بنشست

در بادیه تشنه جان غمناک
مالد لب خود به ریگ نمناک

بی آب فتاده در تب و تاب
جوید از ریگ تری آب

ترک همه قیل قال کردی
وز دلبر خود سئوال کردی

گفتی چون است و حال او چیست
نظارگی جمال او کیست

پیوند وصال با که دارد
آیین دلال با که دارد

چون من دگریش هست یا نه
با من نظریش هست یا نه

دام دل کیست گیسوانش
محراب که طاق ابروانش

لعلش به عتاب خنده آمیز
در کام که می کند شکرریز

درج گهرش به وقت گفتار
بر گوش که می شود گهربار

من می سوزم ز آرزویش
تا کیست نشسته پیش رویش

من می میرم ز اشتیاقش
تا کیست ملازم وثاقش

با آن همه نازنینی او
حاشا من و همنشینی او

این بس که به خانه ات نشینم
ربع و طللش ز دور بینیم

این گفتی و بر زمین فتادی
وز هر مژه سیل خون گشادی

چندان ز دو دیده اشک راندی
کش تاب گریستن نماندی

از بی تابی برفتی از هوش
کردی ز همه جهان فراموش

آن بیوه زنش به رخ زدی آب
شستیش ز دیده سرمه خواب

زان خواب چو چشمش آمدی باز
رفتن کردی به جای خود ساز

محروم ز یار روزگاری
جز این تک و پو نداشت کاری

لیکن فلک ستیزه پیشه
کش پیشه همین بود همیشه

یک داغ دگر به دل نهادش
برتافت زمام این مرادش

لیلی خواهان قدم نهادند
پیش پدرش زبان گشادند

زآمد شد او فسانه گفتند
گرد وی ازان ستانه رفتند

کین پدرش دگر بجوشید
در طعنه بیوه زن خروشید

کای سفله ناکس این چه سستی ست
در کار من این چه نادرستی ست

آن را که ببرد نام و ننگم
بر جام شرف فکند سنگم

در خانه خود چرا دهی راه
گر بار دگر درین گذرگاه

گردن به رضای او درآی
می دان به یقین که سر نداری

بیچاره چو آن عتاب بشنید
بر خویش چو نی در آب لرزید

مجنون رمیده دل دگر بار
چون از ره دور شد پدیدار

زد بانگ که ای خجسته فرزند
آزار من شکسته مپسند

دیگر ره خانه ام مپیمای
در ساحت خیمه ام منه پای

لیلی به تو در مقام یاریست
لیکن پدرش به کین گذاریست

او میر قبیله من گدایم
با صولت او کجا بس آیم

تنها نه ز جان خویش ترسم
بر زندگی تو بیش ترسم

دیگر ز درم قدم نگه دار
راندم دم راست دم نگه دار

مجنون ز حدیث او بر آشفت
گریان گریان به زیر لب گفت

کای مادر مشفق این چه کار است
کز مشفقیت دلم فگار است

ما هر دو غریب این دیاریم
بیگانگیی ز هم نداریم

از خدمت خویش راندنم چیست
خونابه ز دل چکاندنم چیست

هر کس که ز غربتش نصیب است
آزار غریب ازو غریب است

در نامه نسبت نسیبان
خویشند به هم همه غریبان

باشد ورق ادب دریدن
خط بر ورق نسب کشیدن

در کوی تو رو به لیلی ام بود
زین روی بسی تسلی ام بود

واکنون که ز من بتافتی روی
از جان و دلم تو را دعاگوی

از کوی تو رخت بستم اینک
در ورطه خون نشستم اینک

شاد آمدم و حزین برفتم
با حال چنان چنین برفتم

دارم ز تو چشم آنکه گاهی
کافتد سوی لیلیت نگاهی

یادآوری از غریبی من
وز محنت بی نصیبی من

گویی به زبان من دعایش
خواهی ز برای من لقایش

گر بر هدف اجابت آید
این عقده ز کار من گشاید

ور نه ز فراق او بمیرم
دامن به قیامتش بگیرم

این نکته بگفت و شد شتابان
وحشت زده روی در بیابان

English translation

A neighbor of Layla, that beauty, was a woman not of that tribe. Her heart wounded by the sorrow of exile, and grieving from the affliction of widowhood. Her husband had withdrawn his foot from over her, and two orphans of his had remained behind from her. They were together, strangers and forsaken, their stomachs hungry and their bodies bare. Majnun, being barred from the treasure of union, like an owl inclined toward that ruin. He made her house of sorrow his dwelling, and rose in service to her. When he saw those two orphans, he drew a hand of tenderness over their heads. Whatever silver and gold came to his hand, he secretly placed into their hands. Since the shadow of his beloved had left his grasp, her neighbor took her place. In the desert the thirsty, sorrow-souled one rubs his lips against the moist sand. Waterless, fallen into fever and turmoil, he seeks water, moisture, from the sand. He abandoned all idle talk, and asked after his own beloved. He would say, how is she and what is her state, who is the beholder of her beauty? With whom does she hold the bond of union, with whom the ways of coquetry? Has she another like me or not, has she a regard for me or not? Whose heart's snare are her tresses, whose prayer-niche the arch of her brows? Her ruby lips, with laughter-mingled reproach, into whose palate do they pour sugar? Her casket of pearls, at the moment of speech, into whose ear does it rain pearls? I burn with longing for her, while who sits before her face? I die from yearning for her, while who is the companion of her chamber? With all her exquisiteness, far be it that I should sit beside her. It is enough that I sit in your house, and see her dwelling and its traces from afar. He would say this and fall to the ground, and from every eyelash loose a flood of blood. He shed so many tears from his two eyes that no strength for weeping remained. From restlessness he would faint away, forgetting the whole world. That widow would splash water on his face, washing from his eyes the kohl of sleep. When his eyes opened again from that swoon, he would make ready to go to his own place. Deprived of his beloved for a while, he had no task but this running to and fro. But the quarrelsome heavens, whose habit was ever just this, placed yet another brand upon his heart, and turned aside the reins of this desire. Those who wished Layla ill stepped forward, and loosed their tongues before her father. They told tales of his comings and goings, and circled about him from that threshold. Her father's rancor boiled up once more, and he roared in reproach at the widow: O base and worthless one, what slackness is this, what wrongdoing is this in my affair? He who carries off my name and honor, and casts a stone upon the cup of my dignity, why do you give him passage into your house? If once more in this passageway you bend your neck to his pleasure, know for certain you shall keep no head. The helpless one, hearing that rebuke, trembled within herself like a reed in water. Once again the scared-hearted Majnun, when he appeared from the distant road, she cried out, O blessed child, do not consent to the harm of my broken self. Tread the road to my house no more, set no foot in the courtyard of my tent. Layla stands in a station of friendship toward you, but her father is bent upon enmity. He is the chief of the tribe, and I a beggar; how can I withstand his might? I fear not only for my own life, I fear still more for your life. Henceforth keep your feet away from my door; I have spoken truly, guard your breath. Majnun was thrown into distress by her words, and weeping, weeping, said beneath his breath: O compassionate mother, what deed is this, that from your compassion my heart is wounded? We are both strangers in this land, we hold no estrangement from one another. Why do you drive me from your service, why make blood drip from my heart? Whoever has a share of exile, harming a stranger from his hand is strange. In the book of the kinship of kindred, all strangers are kin to one another. It would be to tear the page of courtesy to draw a line across the page of kinship. In your lane my face was turned toward Layla, and for this reason I had much consolation. And now that you have turned your face from me, with heart and soul I remain your well-wisher. I have packed my belongings from your lane, behold, I have sunk into a whirlpool of blood, behold. I came joyful and departed grieving, with such a state I departed thus. I hope from you that sometimes your glance may fall toward your Layla, that you will recall my exile and the affliction of my deprivation, that you will speak a prayer for her in my tongue, and seek, for my sake, a meeting with her. If it strikes the target of acceptance, this knot will loosen from my affair; and if not, I shall die of separation from her, and seize her skirt on the Day of Resurrection. He uttered this point and hastened away, terror-stricken, his face toward the wilderness.

Updated 2026-07-19

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