1Cademy - بخش ۳۰ - باز خریدن مجنون غزالی را از صیاد و آزاد کردن وی بر یاد لیلی کردن وی بر یاد لیلی / Section 30 - Majnun Redeeming a Gazelle from the Hunter and Setting It Free in Remembrance of Layla

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بخش ۳۰ - باز خریدن مجنون غزالی را از صیاد و آزاد کردن وی بر یاد لیلی کردن وی بر یاد لیلی / Section 30 - Majnun Redeeming a Gazelle from the Hunter and Setting It Free in Remembrance of Layla

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چون صبحدم از غزاله خور
پوشید زمین غلاله زر

افشاند فلک ز چشمه قیر
از مهر غزاله قطره ها شیر

مجنون که به خواب بیخودی بود
از خواب شبانه چشم بگشود

گرم از سر خار و خاره برجست
از خاره مگر شراره برجست

از کوه و قدم نهاد در دشت
در دشت چو گردباد می گشت

می کرد به دام و دد نگاهی
در سینه همی کشید آهی

می برد ز وحش و طیر رشکی
وز دیده همی فشاند اشکی

یعنی که بود ز فرقت یار
هر چیز خلاص و من گرفتار

هر زنده حریف جفت خویش است
وآسوده ز خود و خفت خویش است

جز من که ز جفت خویش طاقم
سرگشته وادی فراقم

نه خورد بود مرا و نی خواب
گر کوه بود نیارد این تاب

می زد به همین خیال گامی
ناگاه ز دور دید دامی

در مطرح آهوان نهاده
در بند وی آهویی فتاده

صیاد گرفته تیغ خونریز
چون تیغ دویده بر سرش تیز

آهو به شکنجه دویدن
صیاد و شتاب سر بریدن

مجنون چو بدید آه برداشت
تا پیش کشنده راه برداشت

دستش بگرفت و کرد فریاد
کز دست تو داد می کنم داد

هیچ ار ز خدات بهره ای هست
از بهر خدا بدار ازو دست

بردار به دست لطف و بگشای
تیغش ز گلو و بند از پای

پایش قلمیست خیزرانی
شق کرده سرش پی روانی

بر صفحه خاک کش گذار است
از چار قلم رقم نگار است

هفت است قلم درین شکی نیست
از هفت چهار اندکی نیست

آن را مشکن به سخت بستن
عمدا نسزد قلم شکستن

در طوق جفا چنان گلویی
لایق نبود به هیچ رویی

ظلم است به پیش عقل روشن
آن طوق فکندنش به گردن

زین مظلمه بازکش عنان را
وز گردن خود برون کن آن را

چشمی داری به سوی او بین
سر تا به قدم به وی فرو بین

چشمش که ز سرمه خدایی
آسوده بود ز سرمه سایی

حیف است تهی ز نور مانده
وز بینش خویش دور مانده

آن گردن ساده کشیده
ک آسیب کمند کس ندیده

دانی که به طوق زر دریغ است
پولاد دلا چه جای تیغ است

آن سینه که لوح سیم پاک است
نی چون دل من سزای چاک است

از کینه خلق پاک سینه ست
با سینه او تو را چه کینه ست

در پهلوی او به لطف جا کن
دست ستمت ازو جدا کن

خنجر چو قلم گرفته در مشت
کم زن رقمش به تخته پشت

آن را شده بند بند مپسند
بگذار نسفته مهره ای چند

بین گردن و پشت نازنینش
دندان طمع کن از سرینش

هر کس که به گرد ران برد دست
در پهلوی آتش گردنی هست

نافش که چو نافه مشکبار است
چون نافه دریدنش چه کار است

گر در شکم طمع زنی چاک
به زانکه در آن شکم کنی خاک

مجنون چو به قصد صید صیاد
زین گفت و شنید دام بنهاد

صیاد اسیر قید او شد
چون صید گرفته صید او شد

چون موم دلش به نرمی افتاد
افکند ز دست تیغ پولاد

لیکن ز غم عیالمندیش
می بود آهو هنوز بندیش

مجنون که نه جامه داشت در بر
نی بار عمامه نیز بر سر

در فکر عطای او فرو ماند
طیاره به گله پدر راند

زان گله گرفت گوسپندی
از آفت گرگ بی گزندی

لنگر کنش از خرام دنبه
سر تا به قدم تمام دنبه

آورد و به صید پیشه بسپرد
پا در ره عذر خواهی افشرد

کین صید که سوی اوت میلی ست
در گردن و چشم همچو لیلی ست

قیمت نکنم که چند ارزد
هر موی به گوسفندی ارزد

آن ظن نبری که این بهاییست
از بهر خلاص او فداییست

اکنون رسنش به دست من ده
ک آهوی چنین به دست من به

تا سر نهمش به جای لیلی
وانگه کنمش فدای لیلی

مسکین چو رسن به دست او داد
صد بوسه به چشم مست او داد

پشمین رسنش ز سر به در کرد
وز ساعد خویش طوق زر کرد

خاک قدمش به دیده می رفت
می شست رخش به اشک و می گفت

ای گردن تو چو گردن دوست
چشم تو چو چشم پر فن دوست

گر ساق تو ای به ساق لاغر
از سیم بود چو او توانگر

گویم به زبان راستگویی
صد بار که او تو و تو اویی

تا یار من سلیم باشی
آزرده تیغ بیم باشی

رو گرد دیار یار می چر
سنبل می چین و لاله می خور

لاله چو خوری به گرد کویش
می گوی چو من دعای رویش

کان روی چو لاله تازه بادا
وآزاده عار غازه بادا

سنبل چو چری ز مرغزارش
می خور غم زلف مشکبارش

کان سنبل تر کسی مبیناد
یک شاخ ازو کسی مچیناد

آهو می رفت و او هم از پی
می رفت طفیل رفتن وی

با هم ره همرهی سپردند
تا پی به دیار یار بردند

مجنون بنشست زیر خاری
وان رفت به سوی مرغزاری

آن ناله ز هجر یار می کرد
وین طوف به مرغزار می کرد

چون مهر نشست و مه برآمد
تاراج شب سیه برآمد

یکدیگر را دگر ندیدند
هر یک به زمینی آرمیدند

English translation

When at dawn the sun's gazelle clothed the earth in a robe of gold, And the sky scattered from its fountain of pitch, from love of the sun-gazelle, drops of milk, Majnun, who lay in the sleep of self-oblivion, opened his eyes from the night's slumber. Hotly he sprang up from among thorn and rock, as though a spark had leapt from the flint. From the mountain he set foot upon the plain, and wandered through the plain like a whirlwind. He cast a glance upon beast and wild creature, and drew a sigh within his breast. He bore envy toward the wild beasts and birds, and from his eye he shed a tear, Meaning: through separation from the beloved, every thing is free and I am captive. Every living thing has its mate for a companion, and rests, at ease and asleep with its own. Except me, who am cut off from my mate, bewildered in the valley of separation. Neither food is mine nor sleep; were I a mountain, I could not bear this. With this very thought he was pacing on, when suddenly, far off, he saw a snare, Set in the haunt of the gazelles, and in its bond a gazelle had fallen. The hunter, gripping his blood-shedding blade, had rushed, sharp as a sword, upon its head. The gazelle in the torment of its running, the hunter in his haste to cut off its head. When Majnun saw this, he raised a groan, and made his way before the slayer. He seized his hand and cried aloud: 'From your hand I demand justice! If you have any share of your God, for God's sake, hold your hand from it. With the hand of kindness, lift and loose your blade from its throat and the bond from its foot. Its leg is a reed pen, its head split for the flowing ink; Upon the page of the dust it leaves its mark, from four pens comes the painter's writing. Seven are the pens, of this there is no doubt; and of seven, four are not few. Do not break it by binding it hard; it is not right to break the pen on purpose. Such a throat in the collar of tyranny is by no means a fitting thing. It is injustice, before the bright intellect, to cast that collar upon its neck. Draw back your rein from this wrong, and take it off from your own neck. You have an eye; look toward it, gaze upon it from head to foot. Its eye, which by the divine kohl is at rest from the rubbing of kohl, It is a pity it be left empty of light, and left far from its own sight. That smooth and slender neck which the touch of the lasso has never known, You know that even a golden collar shames it; O steel-hearted one, what place is there for a sword? That breast, which is a tablet of pure silver, is not, like my heart, worthy to be torn. Its breast is pure of the malice of mankind; what malice have you against its breast? Make a place at its side with kindness, take away from it the hand of your cruelty. Holding the dagger like a pen in your fist, strike not its mark upon its back; Consent not that it be cut joint by joint, leave a few beads unpierced. See, between its neck and its lovely back, and its haunch, restrain the tooth of greed. Whoever lays a hand about its thigh, beside the fire there is a neck to burn. Its navel, musk-scented like a pod of musk, like a musk-pod, what use is there in tearing it? If you covet a slit in its belly, better that you turn that belly to dust.' Majnun, aiming to hunt the hunter, by this speech and hearing laid his snare. The hunter became a prisoner of his bond; like captured prey, he became his prey. Like wax his heart melted into softness, and he cast the steel blade from his hand. Yet, from grief for his needy family, the gazelle was still held in his bond. Majnun, who had no garment on his body, nor the burden of a turban on his head, Remained lost in thought of a gift for him, and swiftly ran off toward his father's flock. From that flock he took a sheep, unharmed by the affliction of the wolf, Heavy in gait from the swaying of its fat tail, from head to foot entirely fat. He brought it and gave it to the hunter, pressing his foot in the path of apology: 'This prey, toward which you feel an inclination, is, in neck and eye, like Layla. I reckon not its price, how much it is worth; every hair of it is worth a sheep. Do not suppose that this is a price; it is a ransom offered for its release. Now give its rope into my hand, for such a gazelle is better in my hand, That I may set its head in place of Layla, and then make it a sacrifice for Layla.' The poor man, when he gave the rope into his hand, gave a hundred kisses to its intoxicated eye. He removed the woolen rope from its head, and made of his own forearm a golden collar. The dust of its footstep he bore to his eye, he washed its face with tears and said: 'O you whose neck is like the neck of the beloved, your eye like the artful eye of the beloved, If your shank, O you of slender shank, were of silver, rich as hers, I would say with a truthful tongue, a hundred times, that she is you and you are she. So that you may be my sound companion, you who are wounded by the sword of dread, Go, graze about the homeland of the beloved, gather hyacinths and eat tulips. When you eat the tulip about her quarter, offer, like me, a prayer for her face: May that face, like the tulip, stay fresh, and, being free, disdain all rouge. When you graze the hyacinth of her meadow, take to heart the grief of her musk-scented tresses: May no one behold that fresh hyacinth, may no one pluck a single branch of it.' The gazelle went, and he too behind it went, following in its going. Together they traveled the road of companionship, until they traced the way to the beloved's land. Majnun sat down beneath a thorn-bush, and the gazelle went off toward a meadow. That one lamented from parting with the beloved, and this one circled about the meadow. When the sun set and the moon rose, and the plunder of the black night came forth, They saw each other no more; each lay down to rest upon its own ground.

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