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بخش ۱۷ - خبر یافتن پدر مجنون از عشقبازی وی با لیلی و نصیحت کردن در آن باب / Section 17 - Majnun's Father Learning of His Love Affair with Layla and Advising Him on That Matter

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مسکین پدرش خبر چو زان یافت
چون باد به سوی او عنان تافت

مهر پدری ز دل زدش جوش
وز مهر کشیدش اندر آغوش

کای جان پدر چه حال داری
رو بهر چه در وبال داری

امروز شنیده ام که جایی
دادی دل خود به دلربایی

در خطه این خط مجازی
نیکو هنریست عشقبازی

لیکن همه کس به آن سزا نیست
هر منظر خوب دلگشا نیست

معشوق نکو سرشت باید
این کار ز اصل زشت ناید

لیلی که به چشم تو عزیز است
نسبت به تو کمترین کنیز است

در مذهب عقل نیست چیزی
مشعوف شدن به هر کنیزی

تو خضروشی به سربلندی
خضرای دمن وی از نژندی

عالم هم خاک پای خضر است
خضرای دمن چه جای خضر است

بردار خدای را دل از وی
پیوند امید بگسل از وی

او خس تو گلی نه تازه سروی
او زاغ تو نازنین تذروی

با خس گل و سرو را چه نسبت
با زاغ تذرو را چه نسبت

مپسند نصیب خود ازین باغ
یک لاله کزو به دل نهی داغ

باغیست پر از گل و ریاحین
ریحان می بوی و لاله می چین

صد دسته به دست خویش می بند
دلبسته شدن به لاله ای چند

وین نیز مقرر است و معلوم
کان حی که به لیلی اند موسوم

با ما همه بر سر نزاع اند
سر باززنان ز اجتماع اند

هستیم به هم چو آتش و آب
از صحبت یکدگر عنان تاب

داریم درین نشیمن جنگ
صد تیغ به خون یکدگر رنگ

با آن که به دشمنی ستیزد
خود گو که ز دوستی چه خیزد

مجنون به پدر درین نصایح
گفت ای به زبان مهر ناصح

هر نکته حکمتی که گفتی
هر در نصیحتی که سفتی

نقش دل نکته دان من شد
آویزه گوش جان من شد

با تو نه دل عتاب دارم
لیکن همه را جواب دارم

گفتی که شدی ز عشق مفتون
وز جذبه عاشقی دگرگون

آری نزنم نفس ز انکار
عشق است مرا درین جهان کار

حاشا که ازین ره ایستم من
جز زنده به عشق نیستم من

هر کس که نه راه عشق ورزد
در مذهب من جوی نیرزد

عشق است خلاصی دل مرد
از گردش چرخ باژگون گرد

گفتی که به دلبری نشاید
هر بت که نه ز اصل پاک زاید

خوبان که سرشته ز آب و خاکند
گر پاک دلی ز اصل پاکند

حسن ازل است اصل ایشان
عیش ابد است وصل ایشان

آیینه نور ذوالجلالند
عنوان صحیفه جمالند

بر آب وگل ار نتابد آن نور
یک تن نشود به حسن مشهور

نه ذوق دهد نه دل رباید
نی تن کاهد نه جان فزاید

گفتی لیلی به حسن بالاست
لیکن به نسب فروتر از ماست

عاشق به نسب چه کار دارد
کز هر چه نه عشق عار دارد

هر کس که بود فتاده عشق
فرزند دل است و زاده عشق

از نسبت آب و گل بریده
در روضه جان و دل چریده

مادر نشناسد و پدر نیز
وز عیب رهیده وز هنر نیز

گفتی که بکش سر از هوایش
اندیشه تهی کن از وفایش

ترک غم عشق کار من نیست
وین کار به اختیار من نیست

حرفی دو سه از وفا سرشتند
بر صفحه جان من نوشتند

از ناخن اگر چه جان خراشم
آن حرف وفا چه سان تراشم

هر حرف صواب کش نگارند
حک کردن آن خطا شمارند

گفتی نسزد نصیبه کس
از گلشن دهر یک گل و بس

لیلی که نسیم اوست طیبم
بس باشد ازین چمن نصیبم

او جان من است و من تن او را
او هست مرا بس و من او را

گر دور ز یکدگر بکاهیم
کام دگر از جهان نخواهیم

خاطر به هم است شاد ما را
شادی دگر مباد ما را

گفتی که به کین آن قبیله
داریم هزار کید و حیله

ما را که ز مهر سینه چاک است
از کینه دیگران چه باک است

لیلی چو ز مهر من زند دم
از کین قبیله کی خورم غم

من خود ز همه جهان به تنگم
با هر که نه او بود به جنگم

از صلح منش اگر بود ننگ
آغاز کنم به خویش هم جنگ

بیچاره پدر چو قیس را دید
وز روی سخنان عشق بشنید

دانست که کار قیس سخت است
در سیل بلا فتاده رخت است

دربست زبان ز گفتن پند
بگسست ز بند پند پیوند

انداخت ز فرط نیکخواهی
کارش به عنایت الهی

English translation

When his poor father learned of that, like the wind he turned his reins toward him. Fatherly love welled up from his heart, and out of love he drew him into his embrace, saying, O life of your father, what state are you in? Why do you keep your face in misery? Today I have heard that somewhere you have given your heart to a heart-ravisher. In the domain of this metaphorical world love-making is a fine art, yet not everyone is worthy of it, nor does every fair sight gladden the heart. The beloved must be of good nature; this work does not proceed from a base origin. Layla, who is precious in your eyes, is, compared to you, the lowliest slave-girl. In the creed of reason it counts as nothing to grow enamored of just any slave-girl. You are Khizr-like in loftiness, while she is a dunghill weed in wretchedness. Even the whole world is but the dust of Khizr's feet; what place has a dunghill weed beside Khizr? For God's sake, take your heart away from her, sever the bond of hope from her. She is a thistle, you a flower, nay a fresh cypress; she a crow, you a graceful pheasant. What kinship has a flower or cypress with a thistle? What kinship has a pheasant with a crow? Do not accept as your portion from this garden a single tulip that brands your heart with sorrow. It is a garden full of flowers and sweet herbs; smell the basil and pluck the tulips. Bind a hundred bouquets with your own hand, rather than becoming attached to a few tulips. And this too is settled and known, that the clan who are named after Layla are all in dispute with us, refusing any union with us. We are to each other like fire and water, turning our reins away from each other's company. We have war in this dwelling-place, a hundred blades stained with each other's blood. With one who contends in enmity, tell yourself, what can arise from friendship? Majnun, at these counsels, said to his father, O adviser with the tongue of love, every point of wisdom that you spoke, every pearl of counsel that you strung, became engraved upon my discerning heart, became a pendant on the ear of my soul. I hold no reproach in my heart against you, yet I have an answer for it all. You said that I have become bewitched by love and transformed by the rapture of loving. Yes, I will not breathe a word of denial: love is my whole occupation in this world. Far be it that I should halt upon this path; I am alive by nothing but love. Whoever does not practice the way of love is not worth a barleycorn in my creed. Love is the deliverance of a man's heart from the turning of the inverted wheel of fate. You said that it is unfitting to love any idol not born of a pure origin; the fair ones, molded of water and clay, if pure of heart, are of pure origin. Eternal beauty is their source, everlasting bliss is their union. They are mirrors of the light of the Lord of Majesty, they are the title-page of the scroll of beauty. If that light does not shine upon water and clay, no single being becomes renowned for beauty; it gives no delight nor ravishes the heart, neither wastes the body nor increases the soul. You said Layla is exalted in beauty, yet in lineage lower than we are. What has a lover to do with lineage, who is ashamed of all things but love? Whoever has fallen into love is a child of the heart and born of love, cut off from the kinship of water and clay, grazing in the meadow of soul and heart. He knows neither mother nor father, freed alike from both fault and merit. You said, withdraw your head from her desire, empty your thought of fidelity to her. Forsaking the sorrow of love is not my task, and this matter is not within my choice. Two or three letters of fidelity they kneaded and wrote upon the page of my soul. Though with my nail I scratch my very soul, how could I scrape away that letter of fidelity? Every rightly written letter that they inscribe, to erase it they reckon an error. You said it is not fitting for anyone's share to take from the rose-garden of the age one flower and no more. Layla, whose breeze is my perfume, is portion enough for me from this meadow. She is my soul and I am her body; she is enough for me and I for her. If far from each other we should waste away, we desire no other pleasure from the world. Our hearts together are our joy; may we have no other joy than this. You said that, in enmity toward that tribe, we hold a thousand tricks and stratagems. We whose breast is torn open by love, what fear have we of others' malice? When Layla breathes of love for me, when would I grieve over the tribe's spite? I am myself weary of the whole world, at war with everyone who is not she. If peace with me should bring her shame, I would begin war even with my own self. The helpless father, when he beheld Qays and heard from his lips these words of love, knew that Qays's plight was grave, that his belongings had fallen into the flood of affliction. He shut his tongue from giving counsel and severed the bond that tied his advising, and out of the fullness of his goodwill he cast his son's affair upon divine grace.

Updated 2026-07-19

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