1Cademy - بخش ۶۸ - بازماندن سلامان از ابسال و زاری کردن بر مفارقت او / Section 68 - Salaman Remaining Behind Without Absal and Mourning Her Separation

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بخش ۶۶ - تنگدل شدن سلامان از ملامت پدر و روی در صحرا نهادن و آتش افروختن و با ابسال به هم به آتش درآمدن و سوخته شدن ابسال و سالم ماندن سلامان / Section 66 - Salaman Becoming Heavy-Hearted by His Father's Reproach, Heading to the Wilderness, Kindling a Fire, Entering the Fire Together with Absal, the Burning of Absal, and Salaman Remaining Safe

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بخش ۶۸ - بازماندن سلامان از ابسال و زاری کردن بر مفارقت او / Section 68 - Salaman Remaining Behind Without Absal and Mourning Her Separation

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باشد اندر دار و گیر روز و شب
عاشق بیچاره را حالی عجب

هر چه از تیر بلا بر وی رسد
از کمان چرخ پی در پی رسد

ناگذشته از گلویش خنجری
از قفای آن درآید دیگری

گر بدارد دوست از بیداد دست
بر وی از سنگ رقیب آید شکست

ور بگردد از سرش سنگ رقیب
یابد از طعن ملامتگو نصیب

ور رهد زینها برزید خون به تیغ
شحنه هجرش به صد درد و دریغ

چون سلامان کوه آتش برفروخت
واندر او ابسال را چون خس بسوخت

رفت همتای وی و یکتا بماند
چون تن بیجان از او تنها بماند

ناله جانسوز بر گردون کشید
دامن مژگان ز دل در خون کشید

دود آهش خیمه بر افلاک زد
صبح ز اندوهش گریبان چاک زد

بس که از غم سینه کندن کرد ساز
سینه ناخن ناخنش شد همچو باز

بر وی از ناخن ز بس آزار جست
یک سر ناخن نماند از وی درست

سنگ می زد بر دل و بی هیچ شک
بود آن نقد وفایش را محک

چون به دل بنشست ازان سنگش غبار
نقد او آمد برون کامل عیار

چون ازو دست تهی کردی نشست
کندی از حسرت به دندان پشت دست

چون ندیدی پنجه اندر پنجه یار
پنجه خود کردی از دندان فگار

زان گهر دیدی چو خالی مشت خویش
کندی از دندان سرانگشت خویش

آن شکر لب را ندیدی چون به جای
نیشکر آیین شدی انگشت خای

روز و شب بی آنکه همزانوش بود
از طپانچه بودیش زانو کبود

هر شب آوردی به کنج خانه روی
با خیال یار خویش افسانه گوی

کای ز هجر خویش جانم سوخته
وز جمال خویش چشمم دوخته

عمرها بودی انیس جان من
نوربخش دیده گریان من

خانه در کوی وصالت داشتم
دیده بر شمع جمالت داشتم

هر دو از دیدار هم بودیم شاد
وز وصال یکدگر در صد گشاد

هر دو ما با یکدگر بودیم و بس
کار نی کس را به ما ما را به کس

دست بیداد فلک کوتاه بود
کارها بر موحب دلخواه بود

شب همی خفتیم در آغوش هم
رازگویان روز سر در گوش هم

در میان ما کسی را راه نی
ناکسی از حال ما آگاه نی

کاش چون آتش همی افروختم
تو همی ماندی و من می سوختم

سوختی تو من بماندم این چه بود
این بد آیین با من مسکین چه بود

کاشکی من نیز با تو بودمی
با تو راه نیستی پیمودمی

از وجود ناخوش خود رستمی
عشرت جاوید در پیوستمی

English translation

Day and night, in the midst of struggle and strife, The helpless lover experiences a wondrous state. Whatever arrow of calamity strikes him, Comes successively from the bow of the heavens. Before one dagger has passed through his throat, Another emerges from behind it. If the beloved stays her hand from injustice, He is broken by the stone of the rival. And if the stone of the rival is averted from his head, He receives his share of the taunts of the blamer. And if he escapes these, the warden of separation Sheds his blood with the sword, with a hundred pains and sighs. Just as Salaman kindled a mountain of fire, And in it, Absal burned like dry grass. His partner departed and he remained single; Like a lifeless body, he was left alone without her. He sent a soul-burning lament to the heavens, And drew the hem of his eyelashes in blood from his heart. The smoke of his sigh pitched its tent on the celestial spheres, And the dawn rent its collar in grief over him. So much did he tear at his chest in sorrow, That his breast became clawed like a hawk's talon. From his nails, so much torment came upon him, That not a single fingernail of his remained whole. He struck his heart with stones, and without any doubt, That was the touchstone for the coin of his loyalty. When the dust of those stones settled on his heart, His gold coin emerged fully pure. When he sat with empty hands, In regret he bit the back of his hand with his teeth. When he did not see his fingers clasped in the fingers of his beloved, He wounded his own hand with his teeth. When he saw his fist empty of that pearl, He bit his fingertips with his teeth. Since he did not see that sugar-lipped one in her place, Like sugarcane, he would chew his fingers. Day and night, without her being side-by-side with him, His knees were bruised from self-striking. Every night he would retreat to the corner of his house, Speaking of tales to the phantom of his beloved: 'O you, by whose separation my soul has burned, And by whose beauty my eyes are stitched shut! For ages you were the companion of my soul, The light-giver of my weeping eyes. I had my dwelling in the street of your union; I kept my eyes upon the candle of your beauty. We were both joyful at the sight of each other, And by our union, we were in a hundred states of bliss. We were both together, and that was all; No one had business with us, nor did we with anyone. The hand of heaven's injustice was short, And all matters proceeded according to our heart's desire. At night we slept in each other's embrace, And by day we whispered secrets into each other's ears. No one had any way between us, No base person was aware of our condition. Would that when the fire was kindled, You had remained and I had burned! You burned and I remained—what was this? What was this cruel custom inflicted on poor me? Would that I too had been with you, And had traveled the path of non-existence with you, That I might have escaped my own unpleasant existence, And joined in eternal delight!'

Updated 2026-07-18

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