1Cademy - بخش ۴۵ - بیدار شدن سلامان از خواب شب و طلب داشتن ابسال را به مجلس طرب / Section 45 - Salaman Awakening from His Nightly Sleep and Summoning Absal to the Feast of Pleasure

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بخش ۴۴ - رفتن ابسال به خلوت پیش سلامان و تمتع یافتن ایشان از صحبت یکدیگر / Section 44 - Absal Going in Private to Salaman and Their Finding Enjoyment in Each Other's Company

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بخش ۴۵ - بیدار شدن سلامان از خواب شب و طلب داشتن ابسال را به مجلس طرب / Section 45 - Salaman Awakening from His Nightly Sleep and Summoning Absal to the Feast of Pleasure

Original content

صبحدم کین شاهد مشکین نقاب
بهر خواب آلودگان از زر ناب

میل ها زین طاق زنگاری کشید
دیده ها را کحل بیداری کشید

خاست شهزاده ز بستر کامیاب
چشمی از بیداری شب نیمخواب

خار خاری از خمار شب در او
جنبشی از شوق یار شب در او

خاطرش از بهر دفع آن خمار
جرعه ای می خواست لیک از لعل یار

یار را بی زحمت اغیار خواند
پهلوی خود بر سر مسند نشاند

برقع شرم از جمالش باز کرد
عشرت دوشینه با او ساز کرد

روز دیگر بر همین دستور بود
چشم زخم دهر از ایشان دور بود

روز هفته هفته شد مه ماه سال
ماه و سالی خالی از رنج و ملال

همتش آن بود کان عیش و طرب
نی به روز افتد ز یکدیگر نه شب

لیک دور چرخ می گفت از کمین
نیست دأب من که بگذارم چنین

ای بسا صحبت که روز انگیختم
چون شب آمد سلک آن بگسیختم

وی بسا دولت که دادم وقت شام
صبحدم را نوبت آن شد تمام

English translation

At dawn, when this dark-veiled beauty Drew columns of pure gold from this azure dome for the sleepy ones, And applied the kohl of wakefulness to the eyes, The prince arose from his bed, successful and prosperous, His eyes half-asleep from the night's wakefulness, A lingering trace of the night's hangover within him, A stirring of desire for his night companion within him. To dispel that hangover, his heart Desired a draft, but from the ruby lips of the beloved. He summoned the beloved, free from the intrusion of rivals, And seated her by his side on the high cushion. He parted the veil of modesty from her beauty, And resumed last night's pleasure with her. The next day followed the exact same pattern, And the evil eye of fate remained far from them. Days became weeks, weeks became months, and months became years, Months and years free from grief and sorrow. His sole concern was that their joy and pleasure Should not be separated from each other, neither by day nor by night. Yet the turning of the celestial wheel said from its ambush: 'It is not my way to let things remain thus. How many companionships have I raised during the day, Only to sever their thread when night arrived! And how much fortune have I bestowed at evening, Whose turn was completely finished by dawn!'

Updated 2026-07-18

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