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بخش ۱۴ - در محک امتحان زدن لیلی نقد محبت مجنون را و تمام عیار بیرون آمدن آن / Section 14 - On Layla Testing the Coin of Majnun's Love upon the Touchstone, and Its Coming Out of Full Purity

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عنوانکش این صحیفه درد
در طی صحیفه این رقم کرد

کز قیس رمیده دل چو لیلی
دریافت به سوی خویش میلی

می خواست که غور آن بداند
تا بهره به قدر آن رساند

روزی که پریرخان آن حی
بودند ز نر و ماده با وی

با هر پسری که خنده کردی
بی بیع و شراش بنده کردی

با هر دختر که لب گشادی
پیشش به کنیزی ایستادی

بودند درین هنر که ناگاه
قیس هنری درآمد از راه

رویی ز غبار راه پرگرد
جانی ز فراق یار پر درد

بوسید زمین و مرحبا گفت
بر لیلی و خیل او دعا گفت

لیلی سوی او نظر نینداخت
زان جمع به حال او نپرداخت

از عشوه کشیده زلف بر رو
وز ناز فکند چین در ابرو

با هر که نه قیس خنده آمیز
با هر که نه قیس در شکر ریز

با هر که نه قیس در تبسم
با هر که نه قیس در تکلم

رو در همه بود و پشت با او
خوش با همه و درشت با او

قیس ار به رخش نظاره کردی
از پیش نظر کناره کردی

ور آن به سخن زبان گشادی
این گوش به دیگری نهادی

چون قیس ز لیلی این هنر دید
حال خود ازین هنر دگر دید

شاخ املش گلی دگر کرد
شد لاله سرخ او گلی زرد

از هر مژه لعل تر فرو ریخت
بر صفحه زر گهر فرو ریخت

پرده ز رخ نیاز برداشت
وین پرده جانگداز برداشت

کان رونق کار و بار من کو
وان حرمت و اعتبار من کو

خوش آنکه چو لیلی ام بدیدی
از صحبت دیگران رمیدی

با من بودی به من نشستی
با من ز سخن دهن نبستی

زو خواستمی به روزگاران
عذر گنه گناهکاران

کو با همه بی گناهی من
یک تن پی عذرخواهی من

گر می نشود شفیع من کس
این اشک چو خون شفیع من بس

لیلی چو غزلسراییش دید
وین نغمه جانگداز بشنید

آور ز جمله رو به سویش
بگشاد زبان به گفت و گویش

شد در رخ او ز لطف خندان
گفت ای شه خیل دردمندان

ما هر دو دو یار مهربانیم
وز زخمه عشق در فغانیم

بیگانه تنیم و آشنا دل
پر چنگ زبان و پر صفا دل

چین در ابرو اگر فکندم
تا ظن نبری که کین پسندم

بر روی گره میان مردم
باشد گره زبان مردم

عشقت که بود ز نقد جان به
چون گنج ز دیده ها نهان به

چون قیس شنید این بشارت
شد هوشش ازین سخن به غارت

بر خاک چو سایه بی خود افتاد
در سایه آن سهی قد افتاد

تا دیر که از زمین نجنبید
گفتند به خواب مرگ خسبید

بر چهره زدند آبش از چشم
آن آب نبرد خوابش از چشم

خوبان عرب ز جا بجستند
هنگامه خویش برشکستند

رفتند همه فتان و خیزان
از تهمت قتل او گریزان

ننشست ازان پریرخان کس
او ماند همین و لیلی و بس

او خفته و لیلی اش به بالین
بر ماه همی فشاند پروین

یعنی که به داغ شوق مرده ست
وز محنت عشق جان سپرده ست

تا آخر روز حالش این بود
چون مرده فتاده بر زمین بود

چون روز گذشت و چشم بگشاد
چشمش به جمال لیلی افتاد

او نیز ز دیده خون فشان کرد
وز هر مژه سیل خون روان کرد

لیلی پرسید کای یگانه
در مجمع عاشقان فسانه

ای بی خودی از کجا فتادت
وین باده بی خودی که دادت

گفتا ز کف تو خوردم این می
وین باده تو دادیم پیاپی

بر من ز نخست تافتی روی
بستی ز سخن لب سخنگوی

کف در کف دیگران نهادی
رخ در رخ دیگران ستادی

پیش آمدمت فکندیم پس
خوارم کردی به چشم هر خس

وآخر در لطف باز کردی
صد عشوه و ناز ساز کردی

چون پروردی به درد و صافم
یک جرعه نداشتی معافم

گفتی سخنان مستی انگیز
کردی زان می به مستیم تیز

گر بی خودیی کنم چه چاره
من آدمیم نه سنگ خاره

لیلی چو شنید این حکایت
گفتا به کرشمه عنایت

با قیس که ای مراد جانم
قوت ده جسم ناتوانم

دردی که تو راست حاصل از من
داغی تو راست بر دل از من

درد دل من ازان فزون است
وز دایره صفت برون است

شد قیس ز ذوق این سخن شاد
شادان رخ خود به خانه بنهاد

English translation

The one who titled this page of pain wrote within the page this line: That when Layla perceived that Qays, estranged of heart, had conceived an inclination toward her, She wished to know the depth of it, so that she might grant reward according to its measure. One day, when the fairy-faced ones of that tribe, male and female, were gathered with her— With any boy she smiled upon she made him a slave without buying or selling; With any girl to whom she opened her lips, that one stood before her like a handmaid— They were engaged in this art when suddenly the accomplished Qays came in from the road, A face all covered with the dust of the road, a soul all full of the pain of parting from the beloved. He kissed the ground and offered greeting, and prayed for Layla and her company. Layla cast not a single glance toward him; amid that gathering she gave no heed to his state. Out of coquetry she drew her tresses over her face, and out of disdain she cast a frown upon her brow. With everyone but Qays she mingled smiles, with everyone but Qays she scattered sugar; With everyone but Qays she was all smiles, with everyone but Qays she was in conversation. Her face was turned to all, her back to him, sweet with all and harsh with him. If Qays gazed upon her face, she drew aside from his sight; And if he opened his tongue to speak, she lent her ear to another. When Qays beheld this art from Layla, he saw his own condition altered by this art. The branch of his hope put forth a different flower; his red tulip became a yellow bloom. From every lash he poured fresh rubies, upon the golden page he scattered pearls. He lifted the veil from the face of need, and raised this soul-consuming strain: 'Where is the splendor of my affairs, and where is my honor and esteem? Happy the time when Layla, seeing me, would shun the company of all others— You would be with me, you would sit with me, with me you would not seal your mouth from speech. From her, through the passing days, I used to seek pardon for the sins of sinners. Where, amid all, for my innocence, is a single soul to plead my cause? If no one becomes my intercessor, this tear like blood is intercessor enough for me.' When Layla saw his ghazal-singing, and heard this soul-consuming melody, She turned her face away from all toward him, and opened her tongue to converse with him. Her face grew smiling with tenderness toward him; she said, 'O king of the host of the sorrowful, We two are two loving companions, and from the plectrum of love we are in lament. Strangers in body but familiar in heart, tongue full of harp-strings, heart full of purity. If I cast a frown upon my brow, do not suppose that I approve of enmity; A knot upon the face, amid the people, serves to tie the tongues of the people. Your love, which is dearer than the coin of life, is, like a treasure, better hidden from all eyes.' When Qays heard these glad tidings, his senses were plundered by these words. Like a shadow he fell senseless to the dust, he fell in the shadow of that cypress-statured one. So long did he not stir from the ground that they said he had slept the sleep of death. They splashed water on his face from their eyes, yet that water took no sleep from his eyes. The beauties of Arabia sprang from their places and broke up their assembly, All departing, stumbling and rising, fleeing the charge of his murder. None of those fairy-faced ones remained; he alone stayed, and Layla, and no more. He lay asleep, and Layla at his bedside scattered the Pleiades upon the moon. That is, he had died from the brand of longing, and yielded up his life from the anguish of love. Until the day's end his state was thus— he lay upon the ground as one dead. When the day had passed and he opened his eyes, his gaze fell upon Layla's beauty. He too scattered blood from his eyes, and from every lash set a torrent of blood flowing. Layla asked, 'O peerless one, a legend in the assembly of lovers, O from where did this ecstasy befall you, and who gave you this wine of self-oblivion?' He said, 'From your own hand I drank this wine, and you plied me with this cup again and again. At first you turned your face away from me, you closed your eloquent lips from speech; You placed your hand in the hands of others, you stood face to face with others. I came before you, and you cast me behind; you made me contemptible in every base one's eye. And at last you opened up in kindness, you wrought a hundred blandishments and airs. When you had nurtured me with dregs and pure wine, you would not spare me a single draught. You spoke words that stir up drunkenness, and with that wine you sharpened my intoxication. If I fall into oblivion, what remedy have I? I am a human being, not a stone of granite.' When Layla heard this tale, she said, with a gesture of grace, To Qays, 'O desire of my soul, O giver of strength to my feeble body, The pain that you have gained from me, the brand you bear upon your heart from me— My heart's own pain is greater than that, and lies beyond the circle of all description.' Qays grew glad from the delight of these words, and joyfully turned his face toward home.

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