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بخش ۴۹ - ملاقات کردن مجنون با لیلی در یکی از راهها و در انتظار مراجعت او در مقام حیرت ایستادن و شیان کردن مرغ بر سر وی / Section 49 - Majnun Meeting Layla on One of the Roads, and Standing in the Station of Bewilderment Awaiting Her Return, and a Bird Nesting on His Head

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رامشگر این ترانه خوش
دستان زن این سرود دلکش

بر عود سخن چنین کشد تار
کان مانده به چنگ غم گرفتار

چون شادی کاسه اش ز سر رفت
وان خرمیش ز دل به در رفت

با محنت دوری خود افتاد
با رنج صبوری خود افتاد

از نایره فراق می سوخت
وز شعله اشتیاق می سوخت

در هر منزل که جای بودش
بر تابه گرم پای بودش

نی خوابگهش به مرغزاری
نی آبخورش به چشمه ساری

بی صبری و بی قراریی داشت
با هر خس و خار زاریی داشت

از هر چیزی مدد همی جست
زان ورطه خلاص خود همی جست

روزی به هوای نیمروزی
از تاب حرارت تموزی

ره برد به خیمه ذلیلان
یعنی که به سایه مغیلان

بر ساخت ازان نظاره گاهی
می کرد به هر طرف نگاهی

ناگاه بدید قومی از دور
زیشان در و دشت گشته معمور

قومی همه از بزرگواری
ارباب محفه و عماری

کردند به یک زمان در آن جای
صد خیمه و بارگاه بر پای

زانجا که خیال عاشقان است
سودای محال عاشقان است

مجنون با خود خیال می کرد
وین آرزوی محال می کرد

کانان لیلی و آل اویند
محمل کش جاه و مال اویند

دیگر می گفت کین خیال است
وز بخت من این هوس محال است

با خود همه گفت و گویش این بود
اندیشه و آرزویش این بود

زان خیمه گهش نمود ناگاه
با جمع ستارگان یکی ماه

کز خیمه هوای گشت کردند
زان مرحله رو به دشت کردند

در پای کشان ز ناز دامان
گشتند به سوی او خرامان

او چشم نهاده کان کیانند
سرمایه سود یا زیانند

وانان شده سوی او شتابان
کان تنها کیست در بیابان

آن دم که به پیش هم رسیدند
یکدیگر را تمام دیدند

مسکین مجنون چه دید لیلی
با او ز زنان قوم خیلی

چشمش چو بر آن سهی قد افتاد
بیخود برجست و بیخود افتاد

شد کالبدش ز هوش خالی
لیلی به سرش دوید حالی

بنهاد سرش به زانوی خویش
خونابه فشان ز سینه ریش

زان خواب خوش از گلابریزی
زود آوردش به خوابخیزی

دیدند جمال یکدگر را
بردند ملال یکدگر را

هر راز کهن که بود گفتند
هر در سخن که بود سفتند

در وقت وداع کاندرین باغ
کس سوخته دل مباد ازین داغ

مجنون گفتا که ای دل افروز
کامروز میان صد غم و سوز

بگذاشتی اندرین زمینم
من بعد کی و کجات بینم

گفتا که به وقت بازگشتن
خواهی هم ازین زمین گذشتن

گر زانکه درین مقام باشی
از دیدن من به کام باشی

با طلعت من شوی ز غم شاد
من نیز ز بند محنت آزاد

این رفت ز جای و آن به جا ماند
چون مرده تنی ز جان جدا ماند

می رفت ز دیده دلربایش
می دید به حسرت از قفایش

از جان رقمی نمانده باقی
می گفت قصاید فراقی

بر موجب وعده ای که بشنید
از منزل خویشتن نجنبید

در حیرت عشق آن دلارای
بنشست درخت وار از پای

می بود ستاده چون درختی
مرغان به سرش نشسته لختی

یک جا چو درخت پاش محکم
مو رفته چو شاخه هاش درهم

عهدی چو گذشت در میانه
مرغی به سرش گرفت خانه

مویش چو بتان مشک برقع
از گوهر بیضه شد مرصع

برخاست ز بیضه ها به پرواز
مرغان سرود عشق پرداز

یکچند بر این نسق چو بگذشت
لیلی به دیار خویش برگشت

آمد چو به آن خجسته منزل
وز ناقه فرو گرفت محمل

هر کس ز مشقت سیاحت
آسود به خواب استراحت

برخاست به وقت نیمروزان
خورشید آسا رخی فروزان

در پای به ناز پروریده
نعلین ادیم زر کشیده

پوشیده پرند آسمانی
بربسته حمایل یمانی

آراسته چون بهشت رویی
آماده در او هر آرزویی

چون سرو سهی به قد دلکش
چون کبک دری خرامیش خوش

آمد به سر رمیده مجنون
دیدش ز حساب عقل بیرون

یک ذره ز وی نمانده بر جای
مستغرق عشق فرق تا پای

چشمی به زمین به سان انجم
در پرتو آفتاب خود گم

هر چند نهفته دادش آواز
نامد به وجود خویشتن باز

زد بانگ بلند کای وفا کیش
بنگر به وفا سرشته خویش

گفتا تو کیی و از کجایی
بیهوده به سوی من چه آیی

گفتا که منم مراد جانت
کام دل و رونق روانت

یعنی لیلی که مست اویی
اینجا شده پایبست اویی

گفتا رو رو که عشقت امروز
در من زده آتشی جهانسوز

برد از نظرم غبار صورت
دیگر نشوم شکار صورت

عشقم کشتی به موج خون راند
معشوقی و عاشقی برون ماند

باشد ز نخست روی عاشق
در هر چه به طبع اوست لایق

چون جذبه عشق زور گیرد
از میل و مراد خود بمیرد

آرد به مراد یار خود روی
واو را شود از جهان رضاجوی

چون جذبه آن زیاده گردد
زان دغدغه نیز ساده گردد

افتاده به موج قلزم عشق
بیخود شده از تلاطم عشق

معشوقی و عاشقی کشد رخت
گردد نظر دو لخت یک لخت

یکسر نظر از دویی ببندد
چشم از منی و تویی ببندد

از کشمکش دویی سلامت
او ماند و عشق تا قیامت

لیلی چو شنید این سخن ها
از صبر و قرار ماند تنها

دانست یقین که حال او چیست
بنشست و به های های بگریست

گفت این دل و دین ز دست داده
در ورطه عشق ما فتاده

برتافت رخ از سرای امید
شد پی سپر بلای جاوید

نادیده ز خوان ما نوایی
افتاد به جاودان بلایی

مشکل که دگر به هم نشینیم
وز دور جمال هم ببینیم

این گفت و ره وثاق برداشت
ماتمگری فراق برداشت

از سینه به ناله درد می رفت
می رفت و به آب دیده می گفت

دردا که فلک ستیزه کار است
سرچشمه عیش ناگوارست

پیمانه دهر زهر پیماست
لطفش به لباس قهر پیداست

ما خوش خاطر دو یار بودیم
دور از غم روزگار بودیم

دوران فلک به کام ما بود
جلاب طرب به جام ما بود

از دست خسان ز پا فتادیم
وز یکدیگر جدا فتادیم

او دور از من به مرگ نزدیک
من دور از وی چو موی باریک

او کرده به وادی عدم روی
من کرده به تنگنای غم خوی

او بر شرف هلاک بی من
افتاده به خون و خاک بی من

من در صدد زوال بی او
ناچیزتر از خیال بی او

امروز بریدم از وی امید
دل بنهادم به هجر جاوید

رفت آنکه دگر رسیم با هم
وین چاک درون شود فراهم

کس آفت داغ ما مبیناد
دودی ز چراغ ما مبیناد

این گفت و شکسته دل ز منزل
بر نیت کوچ بست محمل

مجنون هم ازان نشیمن درد
منزل به نشیمن دگر کرد

چون وعده دوست را به سر برد
بار خود ازان زمین به در برد

برخاست چنانکه بود از آغاز
با گور و گوزن گشت دمساز

English translation

The minstrel of this pleasant song, the player of this charming melody, Draws such a string upon the lute of speech: that he who remained captive in the grip of sorrow, When the bowl of joy passed from his head, and that cheer departed from his heart, Fell into the torment of his own separation, fell into the anguish of his own endurance. He burned from the fire of parting, and burned from the flame of longing. In every dwelling where he had a place, his foot was upon a hot pan. Neither his sleeping place at a meadow, nor his drinking place at a spring. He had restlessness and disquiet, he lamented with every thorn and straw. He sought help from everything, he sought his deliverance from that abyss. One day, in the air of noon, from the swelter of the summer heat, He made his way to the tent of the lowly, that is, to the shade of the acacia tree. He made of it a place for gazing, and cast a glance in every direction. Suddenly he saw a company from afar, by whom vale and plain had become peopled, A company all of high nobility, lords of litters and howdahs. In a single moment they set up in that place a hundred tents and pavilions. Since it is the fancy of lovers, and the impossible passion of lovers, Majnun imagined to himself, and made this impossible wish: That those are Layla and her kin, the litter-bearers of her rank and wealth. Again he said, this is a fancy, and from my fortune this desire is impossible. All his talk with himself was this, his thought and his longing was this. From that tent-place there appeared to him at once a moon amid a cluster of stars, For they wished a stroll from the tent, and from that stage turned toward the plain. Trailing their skirts underfoot in coquetry, they came sauntering toward him. He fixed his eye, wondering who they are, whether they are capital of profit or of loss; And they hastened toward him, wondering who that solitary one is in the wilderness. The moment they reached one another, they saw each other fully. Poor Majnun—what did he see? Layla, and with her many women of the tribe. When his eye fell upon that straight-statured one, senseless he leapt up and senseless he fell. His body became empty of awareness; Layla ran to his head at once. She laid his head upon her own knee, scattering bloody tears from her wounded breast. From that sweet swoon, by sprinkling rosewater, she quickly brought him back to waking. They beheld each other's beauty, they took away each other's sorrow. Every old secret there was, they told; every pearl of speech there was, they pierced. At the time of farewell—that in this garden may no one be heart-burned by this brand— Majnun said, O kindler of the heart, that today, amid a hundred griefs and burnings, You leave me in this land; after this, when and where shall I see you? She said, at the time of returning you will pass again through this land. If you remain in this place, you will attain your desire of seeing me. With my face you will become glad from grief, and I too [will be] free from the bond of torment. This one went from the place, and that one stayed, like a dead body left apart from the soul. His heart-ravisher went from his sight, and he watched with longing after her. With no trace of life remaining, he recited odes of separation. By the terms of the promise he had heard, he did not stir from his place. In bewilderment of love for that beauty, he sat down, foot-fixed like a tree. He stood like a tree, birds settling upon his head for a while. Fixed in one place like a tree, his foot firm, his hair grown tangled like its branches. When a span of time had passed in between, a bird made its home upon his head. His hair, like musk-veiled idols, became bejeweled with the pearls of eggs. From the eggs took flight, birds that compose the song of love. When a while had passed in this manner, Layla returned to her own land. When she came to that blessed dwelling, and took the litter down from the she-camel, Everyone, from the toil of the journey, rested in the sleep of repose. She rose at noontide, with a face radiant like the sun, On her daintily nurtured feet slippers of gilded leather, Clothed in sky-blue silk, girded with a Yemeni baldric, Adorned like a paradise-faced one, every desire made ready in her, Like a straight cypress in charming stature, like a partridge her gait pleasant. She came to the head of the vanished Majnun, and saw him beyond the reckoning of reason, Not a mote of him remaining in place, drowned in love from head to foot, An eye [fixed] on the ground like stars, lost in the radiance of its own sun. However much she called him secretly, he did not return to his own being. She cried aloud, O faithful one, look upon your faith-natured self. He said, who are you, and from where? Why do you come toward me in vain? She said, I am the desire of your soul, the heart's wish and the luster of your spirit, That is, Layla, for whom you are intoxicated, here you have become bound to her. He said, go, go, for your love today has set in me a world-burning fire. It has taken the dust of form from my sight; no longer will I be the prey of form. My love drove the ship upon the wave of blood; beloved-ness and lover-ness were left outside. At first the lover's face is turned toward whatever suits his nature; When the pull of love gains force, he dies to his own inclination and wish. He turns his face to the beloved's desire, and for its sake becomes a seeker of contentment from the world. When that pull increases, he is cleansed even of that concern. Fallen into the wave of love's ocean, grown senseless from the turbulence of love, Beloved-ness and lover-ness depart; the two-part gaze becomes one. Wholly he shuts his gaze from duality, he shuts his eye from I-ness and you-ness. Safe from the strife of duality, he and love remain until resurrection. When Layla heard these words, she was left bereft of patience and rest. She knew for certain what his state was; she sat and wept aloud. She said, this one, having lost heart and faith, has fallen into the abyss of our love. He has turned his face from the house of hope, and become a shield-follower of eternal affliction. Without having tasted any morsel from our table, he has fallen into an everlasting calamity. It is unlikely that we shall sit together again, or behold each other's beauty from afar. She said this and took the road home; she took up the mourning of separation. From her breast, pain went forth with wailing; she went, and with tears she said: Alas, that the heavens are contentious, that the fountainhead of pleasure is bitter. The measure of time pours poison; its grace appears in the garb of wrath. We were two happy-hearted friends, far from the grief of the age. The turning of the heavens was to our wish; the julep of joy was in our cup. By the hand of the base ones we were felled, and we fell apart from each other. He, far from me, near to death; I, far from him, thin as a hair. He has turned toward the valley of non-being; I have grown accustomed to the strait of grief. He on the verge of perishing without me, fallen into blood and dust without me; I bent on decay without him, more trifling than a fancy without him. Today I have cut off hope from him; I have set my heart on eternal parting. Gone is [the hope] that we should meet again, and that this inner rift be mended. May no one see the affliction of our brand; may no one see smoke rising from our lamp. She said this, and broken-hearted, from the dwelling, with intent to depart, she bound the litter. Majnun too, from that abode of pain, moved his dwelling to another abode. When he had fulfilled the beloved's promise, he carried his burden out from that land. He rose as he had been from the beginning, and became a companion to the wild ass and the deer.

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