1Cademy - بخش ۱۶۴ - در بیان آنکه هر چیزی را که با معشوق در اموری مشابهت باشد به قدر مشابهت عاشق را به او میل افتد / Section 164 - On the Explanation That Whatever Has a Resemblance to the Beloved in Some Aspects, the Lover Feels an Inclination Toward It to the Extent of That Resemblance

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بخش ۱۶۴ - در بیان آنکه هر چیزی را که با معشوق در اموری مشابهت باشد به قدر مشابهت عاشق را به او میل افتد / Section 164 - On the Explanation That Whatever Has a Resemblance to the Beloved in Some Aspects, the Lover Feels an Inclination Toward It to the Extent of That Resemblance

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هر که در راه عاشقی روزی
خورده باشد غم دل افروزی

هر چه همرنگ یار او باشد
از دل و جان شکار او باشد

مه برآید به سوی او نگرد
حسن و خوبی روی او شمرد

سرو بیند به قد او نازد
صفت سرو نازش آغازد

وقت گل سوی باغ بشتابد
بو که از باغ بوی او یابد

دامن گل ز خون دل شوید
بوی پیراهنش ز گل جوید

نرگس مست را بخواباند
که به چشمان مست او ماند

سر زلف بنفشه تاب دهد
سبزه را ز ابر دیده آب دهد

کان ز زلف کجش بود تاری
وین ز خط خوشش نموداری

با لب غنچه خنده ساز کند
جعد سنبل کشد دراز کند

کان ز لعلش برد شکر خنده
وین ز جعدش بود سر افکنده

چون ببیند به کوه کبک دری
که کند در خرام جلوه گری

سر نهد پیش او به صد خواری
که تو رفتار یار من داری

یاد آن چشم خوابناک کند
چشمشان از غبار پاک کند

بر کهن منزلی که روزی یار
خانه کرده ست یا فکنده گذار

نگذرد زان مرابع و اطلال
تا نسازد ز گریه مالامال

ریزد از ابر دیده چندان خون
که شود دامن دمن گلگون

گر بیابد یکی شکسته سفال
قدحی گیردش خجسته به فال

باده عشق و شوق نوشد ازو
همچو میخوارگان خروشد ازو

گاه با دیگدان شود دمساز
گاه با خیمه پاره گوید راز

گاه سازد ز خاک و خاکستر
بهر خواب پسین خود بستر

اثر پای ناقه اش به وحل
آورد عاشقانه رقص جمل

هر چه بیند به عالم القصه
کز جمال ویش بود حصه

کند از جان و دل بدان میلی
همچو مجنون به جانب لیلی

هر کجا بیند آن جمال افزون
گیردش بیش جذب عشق و جنون

English translation

Whoever, on the path of love, has one day Suffered the grief of a heart-kindling beloved, Whatever has the same color as their friend Will become the prey of their heart and soul. If the moon rises, they gaze towards it, And count the beauty and goodness of its face. If they see a cypress, they take pride in its stature And begin to describe the grace of that elegant cypress. At the season of the rose, they hasten to the garden, Hoping to catch their beloved's scent from the garden. They wash the skirt of the rose with their heart's blood And seek the scent of the beloved's shirt from the rose. They put the intoxicated narcissus to sleep, Because it resembles the beloved's sleepy or intoxicated eyes. They curl the tip of the violet's tress, And water the greenery with the cloud of their eyes. For the former is a strand from their crooked curl, And the latter is an indicator of their beautiful facial down. They laugh in harmony with the lip of the rosebud, And pull and stretch the curls of the hyacinth. For the former steals sweet laughter from their ruby lip, And the latter remains downcast because of their tress. When they see a royal partridge on the mountain Strutting and showing off in its gait, They lay their head before it with a hundred humiliations, Saying, 'You possess the gait of my beloved.' They recall those sleepy eyes of theirs, And wipe the dust from their eyes. Over an old dwelling where one day the beloved Had made a home or passed by, They do not pass by those quarters and ruins Until they make them overflow with tears. They shed so much blood from the cloud of their eyes That the skirt of the plain becomes rose-colored. If they find a piece of broken earthenware, They take it as a cup of good omen. They drink the wine of love and yearning from it, And shout out because of it like drunkards. Sometimes they associate with the hearth, Sometimes they speak secrets with a torn tent. Sometimes they make a bed of dust and ashes For their late sleep. The footprint of the beloved's she-camel in the mud Passionately evokes the dance of the camel. In short, whatever they see in the world That holds a share of the beloved's beauty, They incline towards it with heart and soul, Just as Majnun did towards Layla. Wherever they see that beauty increase, The attraction of love and madness grips them more.

Updated 2026-07-07

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