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بخش ۲۶ - پیغام فرستادن مجنون پیش پدر تا لیلی را برای وی خواستگاری کند و بردن پدر وی اعیان قبیله را به جهت کفایت این مقصود / Section 26 - Majnun Sending a Message to His Father So That He Might Ask for Layla's Hand on His Behalf, and the Father Taking the Nobles of the Tribe to Accomplish This Aim

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مشاطه این عروس طناز
مشاطگی اینچنین کند ساز

کان پی سپر سپاه اندوه
در سیل بلا ستاده چون کوه

سرگشته چو گردباد در دشت
با باد به سان گرد می گشت

چون ماند برون ز کوی لیلی
جانی پر از آرزوی لیلی

بودی دل و دیده تنگ و تاریک
از دوری او به مرگ نزدیک

یک جا دو دمش نبود آرام
هر لحظه سوی دگر زدی گام

در وادی گرم ریگ پیمای
در آتش پر شرر زدی پای

بر کوه فکند سایه چون میغ
می داشت قرار بر سر تیغ

گیرم که ز غم زبون توان بود
بر آتش و تیغ چون توان بود

هر جا که سیاهیی بدیدی
چون اشک به سوی او دویدی

لیلی گفتی و حال کردی
وز لیلی ازو سئوال کردی

گر یک دو سخن ز وی بگفتی
خاک قدمش به دیده رفتی

ور نی دامن کشیدی از وی
پیوند سخن بریدی از وی

حالش چو بر این گذشت یکچند
بگسست ز عقل و هوش پیوند

شوق آمد و صبر را زبون کرد
همچون قلمش علم نگون کرد

شد حیله گر و وسیله اندیش
زد گام سوی وسیله خویش

زاعیان قبیل جست یک تن
چون جان ز فروغ عقل روشن

گفت ای به توام امید یاری
دارم به تو این امیدواری

کز من به پدر بری سلامی
وز پی برسانیش پیامی

کای نخل من از تو سر کشیده
وز پرورشت به بر رسیده

معجون گلم سرشته توست
مضمون دلم نوشته توست

باشد هنر تو هر چه دارم
من خود به جز این هنر چه دارم

پیراسته باغ عمرم از تو
تابنده چراغ عمرم از تو

دیدم ز تو دمبدم نویدی
دارم به تو این زمان امیدی

کز تو رسدم نویدی دیگر
آماده شود امیدی دیگر

لیلی که مراد جان من اوست
فیروزی جاودان من اوست

در حجله عزتش نشاندند
چون چشم بدم ز در براندند

از فرقت او هلاکم امروز
دلخسته و سینه چاکم امروز

جز بر در او نبایدم جای
گر جا ندهند وای من وای

آخر طلب رضای من کن
دردم بنگر دوای من کن

گو با پدرش که کین نورزد
با من که جهان بدین نیرزد

طوقی ز برای من کند ساز
سازد به غلامیم سرافراز

باشم به حریم احترامش
داماد نه کمترین غلامش

گفتی که تو را نسب بلند است
وز نسبت او تو را گزند است

من سوختم از نسب چه حاصل
جز محنت روز و شب چه حاصل

خواهم بد من شود ز تو نیک
با من دم مهر می زنی لیک

جز کینه وریت نیست ظاهر
مهر پدریت نیست آخر

ارحم ترحم شنیده باشی
خاصیت رحم دیده باشی

رحمی بنما که مردم اینک
جان از ستمت سپردم اینک

قصدم نه ازین هوای نفس است
اینجا که منم چه جای نفس است

کان ادب است خاک پاکم
زآلایش طبع پاک پاکم

لیلی که به غم فروخت جانم
آنیست در او که سوخت جانم

آن را ز کسی دگر نیابم
زانست کزو نظر نتابم

ور نه چه کرا کند که مردی
از دغدغه های جمع فردی

از بهر زنی نه سر نه انجام
در مرحله طلب نهد گام

بس باشدم اینقدر که گاهی
از دور کنم در او نگاهی

او صدر سریر ناز باشد
آزاده و سرفراز باشد

من خاک صف نعال باشم
افتاده و پایمال باشم

آن یار تمام بی کم و کاست
گریان ز حضور قیس برخاست

زان ملتمسی که از پدر کرد
اشراف قبیله را خبر کرد

با یکدگر اتفاق کردند
سوگند بر اتفاق خوردند

سوی پدرش قدم نهادند
وان دفتر غم ز هم گشادند

با او سخنان قیس گفتند
هر مهره که سفته بود سفتند

دانست پدر که حال او چیست
بر روی نهاد دست و بگریست

کش کارد به استخوان رسیده ست
وز محنت دل به جان رسیده ست

با این المش چه سان پسندم
آن به که کنون میان ببندم

در چاره کار او خروشم
چندان که توان بود بکوشم

در کف نهمش زمام مقصود
مستی دهمش ز جام مقصود

محمل پی رهروی بیاراست
وز اهل قبیله همرهی خواست

پیران به تضرع شفیعی
خردان به تواضع مطیعی

راندند ز آب دیده سیلی
تا وادی خیمه گاه لیلی

آمد پدرش چنانکه دانی
وافکند بساط میهمانی

خدام ز هر طرف رسیدند
خوان ها پی نزلشان کشیدند

چون خوان ز میانه برگرفتند
افسون و فسانه در گرفتند

هر کس سخنی دگر درانداخت
پرده ز ضمیر خود برانداخت

از هر جانب جنیبه راندند
تقریب سخن به آن رساندند

کز مقصد خویشتن حکایت
گویند به پرده کنایت

گفتند در این سراچه پست
بالا نرود صدا ز یک دست

تا دست دگر نسازیش یار
نبود به صدا دهی سزاوار

طاقی که تو را به هر رواق است
در هر دهنی به نام طاق است

تا جفت نگرددش دو بازو
خود گو که چه سان شود ترازو

در طاق جمال ها نهفته ست
آیینه آن جمال جفت است

بگذر به نظاره بر چمن ها
هر چند که گل خوش است تنها

چون سبزه به سلک او درآید
پیش نظر تو خوشتر آید

وانگاه به صد زبان ثناگوی
کردند به سوی میزبان روی

کای دست تو بیخ ظلم کنده
حی عرب از سخات زنده

در پرده تو را خجسته ماهیست
کز چشم دلت بدو نگاهیست

پاکیزه چو گوهر نسفته
دوشیزه چو شاخ ناشکفته

ماه است و ز مه دریغ باشد
کین گونه به زیر میغ باشد

بر ظلمتیان شب ببخشای
وین میغ ز پیش ماه بگشای

طاق است و بود عطیه مفت
با طا دگر گرش کنی جفت

قیس هنریست اینک آن طاق
چون بخت به بندگیت مشتاق

در اصل و نسب یگانه دهر
در فضل و ادب فسانه شهر

مرحومش از این مراد مپسند
داماد گذاشتیم و فرزند

بپذیر به دولت غلامیش
زین شهد رهان ز تلخکامیش

آن یک حور است و این فرشته
از جوهر قدسیان سرشته

خوش نیست فرشته را که از حور
چون دیو بود همیشه مهجور

لایق به همند این دو گوهر
مشتاق همند این دو اختر

یک درج به است جای ایشان
یک برج طربسرای ایشان

آیین وفا و مهربانی
گفتیم تو را دگر تو دانی

English translation

The adorner of this coquettish bride arranges her adornment in such a way

That the one trampled underfoot by the army of grief stood firm like a mountain in the flood of calamity

Bewildered like a whirlwind in the plain he wandered with the wind like dust

When he remained outside Layla's quarter a soul full of longing for Layla

His heart and eye were straitened and dark from her distance, near to death

He found no rest two breaths in one place every moment he stepped in another direction

In the hot valley, measuring the sand he set his foot in the spark-filled fire

He cast a shadow upon the mountain like a cloud yet he took his stand on the edge of the blade

Grant that one may be subdued by grief but how can one endure upon fire and blade?

Wherever he saw a dark shape like a tear he ran toward it

He would say 'Layla' and tell his state and ask it for news of Layla

If it spoke a word or two of her the dust of its feet went to his eye

But if not, he drew his skirt away from it and cut off the bond of speech with it

When his state went on like this for a while he severed his bond with reason and sense

Longing came and subdued patience like a pen it toppled its banner

He grew cunning and devised a means he stepped toward his means

From the nobles of the tribe he sought one man bright as the soul from the light of reason

He said, 'O you in whom is my hope of aid I hold this hope in you:

That you carry a greeting from me to my father and thereafter convey to him a message:

O my palm-tree that has risen through you and through your nurture come to fruit

The confection of my clay is kneaded by you the substance of my heart is written by you

Whatever skill I possess is yours what skill have I myself other than this?

The garden of my life is adorned by you the lamp of my life shines by you

I have seen glad tidings from you moment by moment now I hold this hope in you:

That another good tiding may reach me from you that another hope be made ready

Layla, who is the desire of my soul is my everlasting triumph

They seated her in the bridal chamber of honor and drove me from the door like an evil eye

From separation from her I perish today heart-wounded and torn of breast today

I should have no place but at her door if they grant me no place, woe to me, woe!

At last, seek my contentment behold my pain, provide my cure

Tell her father to harbor no malice against me, for the world is not worth this

Let him fashion a collar for me and exalt me by making me his slave

Let me be within the sanctuary of his respect a son-in-law—no, the least of his slaves

You said that your lineage is lofty and that a match with her brings harm to you

I have burned; what profit is lineage? what profit but affliction day and night?

I wish my ill to become good through you you breathe the breath of love to me, and yet

Nothing but enmity is plain in you after all, you have no fatherly love

'Show mercy and mercy shall be shown you'—you must have heard you must have seen the virtue of mercy

Show some mercy, for I am dying now I have surrendered my soul to your cruelty now

My aim springs not from carnal desire where I am, what place is there for the self?

For that is decorum—my pure clay is pure and clean of nature's pollution

Layla, who sold my soul to grief there is a something in her that burned my soul

That I cannot find in anyone else that is why I do not turn my gaze from her

Otherwise, what business has a man— amid the anxieties of the crowd, a solitary one—

For the sake of a woman, without head or end to set his foot in the stage of seeking?

This much suffices me, that sometimes from afar I may cast a glance at her

Let her be at the head of the throne of grace free and exalted

Let me be the dust of the row of shoes fallen and trampled underfoot'

That perfect friend, without any lack arose weeping from Qays's presence

Of that request he had made regarding the father he informed the nobles of the tribe

They came to agreement with one another and swore an oath upon their accord

They set out toward his father and opened up that book of grief

They spoke Qays's words to him every bead that was to be pierced they pierced

The father understood what his condition was he laid his hand upon his face and wept

For his knife had reached the bone and from affliction his heart had reached his life

'How can I accept this pain of his? better that I now gird my loins

Let me cry out to remedy his affair let me strive as much as I am able

Let me place in his hand the reins of his purpose let me give him drunkenness from the cup of his aim'

He adorned a litter for the journey and sought companionship from the tribe's folk

The elders as intercessors in supplication the young as obedient in humility

They drove a flood from their weeping eyes to the valley of Layla's encampment

His father came, as you know and laid out the spread of hospitality

Servants arrived from every side and set out tables for their reception

When they cleared the table away they took up enchantment and tale

Each cast in a different word and lifted the veil from his own mind

From every side they led their horses on and brought the drift of speech around to this:

That of their own purpose they might tell a tale speaking in veiled allusion

They said, 'In this lowly hall sound does not rise from one hand alone

Until you make another hand its companion it is not fit to make a sound

An arch that you have in every portico is called, in every mouth, a single one

Until its two arms are made a pair say yourself, how can it become a balance?

Within the arch beauties lie hidden the mirror of that beauty is its mate

Pass by to gaze upon the meadows though the rose is pleasant on its own

When greenery comes into its company it appears more pleasing to your eye'

And then, with a hundred tongues in praise they turned toward the host:

'O you whose hand has uprooted oppression the Arab tribe lives by your bounty

Behind the veil you hold a blessed moon on whom your heart's eye keeps its gaze

Pure like an unpierced pearl a virgin like an unopened bud

She is a moon, and it is a pity for the moon that it be thus beneath the cloud

Have pity on those in night's darkness and part this cloud from before the moon

She is single, and it would be a free gift were you to pair her with another

Qays is a rare talent—here is that arch like fortune, eager for your service

In origin and lineage, unique in the age in virtue and manners, the legend of the city

Deny him not mercy in this desire we count him already son-in-law and son

Accept the fortune of his servitude with this honey rescue him from his bitterness

That one is a houri and this one an angel kneaded from the essence of the holy ones

It is not fitting for the angel to be forever parted from the houri like a demon

These two jewels are suited to each other these two stars long for each other

One casket is best as their dwelling one mansion the joyful abode for them

The way of faithfulness and loving-kindness we have told you; the rest you know'

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