Poem

بخش ۵۲ - رفتن معتمر دنبال آواز نالنده بار دوم و یافتن عیینه / Section 52 - Mu'tamar Going After the Wailing Voice for the Second Time and Finding Uyaynah

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آن بزرگ عرب چو این بشنید
جانب او شدن غنیمت دید

تا شود واقف از حقیقت راز
رفت آهسته از پی آواز

دید موزون جوانی افتاده
روی زیبا به خاک بنهاده

قد ز نخل مدینه شیرین تر
طره از عطر مکه مشکین تر

لعل او غیرت عقیق یمن
شکر مصر را رواج شکن

جبهه رخشنده در میان ظلام
همچو پر نور آبگینه شام

سنبل تر دمیده از سمنش
سبزه عنبرین ز یاسمنش

گرد لبهاش خط زنگاری
طوطی غرقه در شکر خواری

بر رخش از دو چشم اشک فشان
مانده از رشحه جگر دو نشان

آن دو خط کز رخش هویدا بود
گوییا جدولی مثنا بود

که کشید از شفق دبیر سپهر
رقم آن را به لوح صفحه مهر

داد بر وی سلام و یافت جواب
کردباوی ز روی لطف خطاب

که بدین رخ که قبله طلب است
به کدامین قبیله ات نسب است

بر زبان قبیله نام تو چیست
آرزویت کدام و کام تو چیست

دلت این گونه بی قرار چراست
همدمت ناله های زار چراست

چیست چندین غزلسرایی تو
وز مژه خون دل گشایی تو

گفت از انصار دارم اصل و نژاد
پدرم نام من عیینه نهاد

وانچه از من شنیدی و دیدی
موجب آن ز من بپرسیدی

بنشین دیر تا بگویم باز
زانکه افسانه ایست دور و دراز

English translation

When that great Arab heard this, He deemed it a boon to go towards him. So that he might become aware of the truth of the secret, He walked slowly following the voice. He saw a graceful youth fallen, Having placed his beautiful face upon the dust. His stature sweeter than the palm tree of Medina, His tresses more musk-scented than the perfume of Mecca. His ruby lips the envy of Yemeni carnelian, Breaking the market demand of Egyptian sugar. His forehead shining in the midst of darkness, Like a luminous glass vessel of Damascus. Fresh hyacinth grown from his jasmine, Ambergris-colored down arising from his jasmine-like skin. Around his lips, a green downy line, Like a parrot drowned in eating sugar. On his face, from his two tear-shedding eyes, Two traces remained from the dripping of his heart. Those two lines that were visible on his cheek Were as if parallel streams, Which the scribe of heaven drew from the twilight Upon the tablet of the sun's face. He offered him a greeting and received a reply, And addressed him out of kindness: 'With this face, which is the Qiblah of desire, To which tribe do you belong? In the language of the tribe, what is your name? What is your wish, and what is your desire? Why is your heart so restless? Why are mournful laments your companion? What is the meaning of all this lyric-singing of yours, And shedding your heart's blood from your eyelashes?' He said: 'I have my origin and lineage from the Ansar, My father named me Uyaynah. And as for what you heard and saw of me, The cause of which you asked of me, Sit down for a while so that I may tell you, For it is a long and far-reaching tale.'

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