1Cademy - بخش ۳۳ - در صفت بزم عیش سازی و سرود عشرت پردازی وی / Section 33 - On the Description of Setting Up the Feast of Pleasure and Preparing the Song of Joy

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بخش ۳۳ - در صفت بزم عیش سازی و سرود عشرت پردازی وی / Section 33 - On the Description of Setting Up the Feast of Pleasure and Preparing the Song of Joy

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شب که از هر کار دل پرداختی
با حریفان نرد عشرت باختی

بزمگاهی چون بهشت آراستی
مطربان حور پیکر خواستی

چون دماغ او شدی از باده گرم
برگرفتی از میان جلباب شرم

گاه با قوال دمساز آمدی
با مغنی نغمه پرداز آمدی

تن تنش را از لب شکر شکن
چون مسیحا جان درآوردی به تن

گه شدی همراه نایی رهسپر
کرد از لبها نیش را نیشکر

بانگ نی را با شکر آمیختی
گوش را شکر به دامن ریختی

گاهی از چنگی گرفتی چنگ را
تیز کردی سوزناک آهنگ را

فندق تر ریختی بر خشک تار
در تر و در خشک افکندی شرار

گاهی از بربط چو طفل خردسال
در کنار خود به زخم گوشمال

ناله های دردناک انگیختی
بالغان را از مژه خون ریختی

گاه می شد بلبل آوا در غزل
گاه می زد دست در قول و عمل

هر شب اینش کار بودی تا سحر
با حریفان اینچنین بردی به سر

English translation

At night when he emptied his heart of all work, He played the backgammon of pleasure with companions. He adorned a banquet-hall like paradise, And called for musicians of houri-like form. When his brain grew warm with wine, He removed the veil of modesty from the midst. Sometimes he would harmonize with the storyteller, Sometimes he would compose melodies with the minstrel. His 'tan tan' rhythm, from sugar-shattering lips, Breathed soul into the body, like the Messiah. Sometimes he became a fellow traveler of the flute player, Turning the reed's sting into sweet sugarcane with his lips. He mixed the cry of the flute with sugar, Pouring sugar into the lap of the listener's ear. Sometimes he took the harp from the harpist, Making the burning tune sharp. He cast fresh hazelnut-like fingertips upon the dry string, Throwing sparks into both the wet and the dry. Sometimes, like an infant child, holding the lute In his lap, with the wounding of ear-tuning, He aroused painful lamentations, Shedding blood from the eyelashes of mature elders. Sometimes his voice became like a nightingale in the ghazal, Sometimes he clapped hands in musical verse and performance. Every night this was his work until dawn, In this manner he passed his time with companions.

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