1Cademy - بخش ۴۰ - به کمال رسیدن اسباب جمال سلامان و ظاهر شدن عشق ابسال بر وی و حیله نمودن تا وی را نیز گرفتار خود گرداند / Section 40 - Salamans Physical Beauty Reaching Perfection, the Manifestation of Absals Love for Him, and Her Devising Stratagems to Entrap Him as Well

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۴۰ - به کمال رسیدن اسباب جمال سلامان و ظاهر شدن عشق ابسال بر وی و حیله نمودن تا وی را نیز گرفتار خود گرداند / Section 40 - Salaman's Physical Beauty Reaching Perfection, the Manifestation of Absal's Love for Him, and Her Devising Stratagems to Entrap Him as Well

Original content

چون سلامان را شد اسباب جمال
از بلاغت جمع در حد کمال

سرو نازش تازگی را سر گرفت
باغ لطفش رونق دیگر گرفت

نارسیده میوه ای بود از نخست
چون رسیدن شد بر آن میوه درست

خاطر ابسال چیدن خواستش
وز پی چیدن چشیدن خواستش

لیک بود آن میوه بر شاخ بلند
بود کوتاه آرزو را زان کمند

شاهدی پر عشوه بود ابسال نیز
کم نه ز اسباب جمالش هیچ چیز

با سلامان عرض خوبی ساز کرد
شیوه جولانگری آغاز کرد

گاه بر رسم نغوله پیش سر
بافتی زنجیره ای از مشک تر

تا بدان زنجیره دانا پسند
ساختی پای دل شهزاده بند

گاه مشکین موی را بشکافتی
فرق کرده زان دو گیسو تافتی

یعنی از وی کام دل نایافتن
تا کیم خواهد بدینسان تافتن

گه نهادی چون بتان دل فروز
بر کمان ابروان از وسمه توز

تا ز جان او به زنگاری کمان
صید کردی مایه امن و امان

چشم خود را کردی از سرمه سیاه
تاش بردی زان سیه کاری ز راه

برگ گل را دادی از گلگونه زیب
تا بدان رنگش ز دل بردی شکیب

دانه مشکین نهادی بر عذار
تا بدان مرغ دلش کردی شکار

گه گشادی بند از تنگ شکر
گه شکستی مهر بر درج گهر

تا چو شکر بر دلش شیرین شدی
وز لب گویاش گوهر چین شدی

گه نمودی از گریبان گوی زر
زیر آن طوق مرصع از کمر

تا کشیدی با همه فرخندگی
گردنش را زیر طوق بندگی

گه به کاری دست سیمین در زدی
زان بهانه آستین را بر زدی

تا نگارین ساعد او آشکار
دیدی و کردی به خون چهره نگار

گه ز بهر خدمتی کردی قیام
سخت تر برداشتی از جای گام

تا ز بانگ جنبش خلخال او
تاجور فرقش شدی پامال او

بودی القصه به صد مکر و حیل
جلوه گر در چشم او در هر محل

صبح و شامش روی در خود داشتی
یکدمش غافل ز خود نگذاشتی

زانکه می دانست کز راه نظر
عشق دارد در دل عاشق اثر

جز به دیدار بتان دلپذیر
عشق در دلها نگردد جایگیر

English translation

When Salaman attained the means of beauty, Gathered through eloquence to the limit of perfection, His graceful cypress-like stature began to freshen, The garden of his charm took on another luster. He was an unripened fruit at first; But when that fruit reached its full maturity, Absal's heart desired to pluck it, And, after plucking, desired to taste it. Yet that fruit was on a high branch, And the lasso of desire was too short to reach it. Absal, too, was a coquettish beauty, Lacking in absolutely nothing when it came to the means of beauty. She began to display her loveliness to Salaman, And commenced her acts of allure and display. At times, in the fashion of a forelock, She would weave a chain of fresh musk, So that with that chain, pleasing to the wise, She might bind the foot of the prince's heart. At times she would part her musky hair, Dividing it, and would twist those two tresses; Meaning: failing to attain her heart's desire from him, 'How long will he make me twist and turn in this manner?' At times, like heart-illuminating idols, She would apply indigo upon the bow of her eyebrows, So that from his soul, with that greenish bow, She might hunt his peace and security. She would darken her eyes with kohl, To lead him astray with that dark deception. She adorned the rose petal of her cheek with rouge, To rob his heart of patience with that color. She placed a musky mole upon her cheek, To hunt the bird of his heart therewith. At times she would untie the bond of the narrow sugar-chest, At times she would break the seal of the casket of pearls, So that she might become sweet as sugar to his heart, And he might gather pearls from her speaking lips. At times she would display golden globes from her collar, Above that gem-studded belt around her waist, To draw, with all auspiciousness, His neck under the collar of servitude. At times she would set her silvery hand to some work, And using that as a pretext, she would roll up her sleeve, So that he might see her painted forearm revealed, And stain his face with tears of blood in passion. At times she would rise to perform a service, And take firmer steps upon the floor, So that by the tinkling sound of her anklets, His crowned head would be trampled under her feet. In short, with a hundred wiles and stratagems, She would display herself before his eyes at every turn. Morning and evening she kept his face turned toward her, And never let him be unmindful of her for a single moment. For she knew that through the path of sight, Love leaves its mark upon the lover's heart. Except by beholding heart-pleasing beauties, Love does not find a dwelling place in hearts.

Updated 2026-07-18

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