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بخش ۸ - حکایت / Section 8 - Tale

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داشت شاهی بر انس و جان غالب
دختری بلکه اختری ثاقب

از قضا روزی آن یگانه عصر
سر فرو کرد از کرانه قصر

حبشی زاده ای بدید از دور
دلربا همچو خال چهره حور

قامت آن سیاه چرده روان
چون الف کرد منزلش در جان

با سواد رخ و جبین و عذار
ساخت جا در دلش سویداوار

ماندش آن صورت پسندیده
چون سیاهی دیده در دیده

گرچه او بد سمر به ماه وشی
سوخت جانش به داغ آن حبشی

عجب افسانه ای و خوش لاغی
که زند بر تذرو ره زاغی

لیکن اینها ز عشق نیست شگفت
خود چه گل کان ز باغ او نشگفت

عشق در بند حسن و احسان است
عشق بنده ست و حسن سلطان است

هر کجا حسن می نماید روی
می نهد سر به سجده عشق آن سوی

حسن بود آنکه در لباس ایاز
خواند محمود را به کوی نیاز

حسن بود آن به کسوت لیلی
قیس را داده سوی خود میلی

حسن بود آن ز صورت عذار
عذر وامق نهاده بر صحرا

حسن بود آن کزان سیاه نمود
که ازان ماه صبر و دین بربود

صبر و دین چیست آن ستوده غلام
برد ازان ماه هر چه داشت تمام

هر چه از جنس هستی اش در دست
دید برد و به جای آن بنشست

یکسر از رنج خویشتن برهید
غیر معشوق خویش هیچ ندید

حبذا عاشقی که رست از خویش
هر چه جز دوست برگرفت از پیش

یکدل و یک جهت شد و یکروی
روی همت بتافت از همه سوی

دوست دانست و دوست دید و شنید
هر چه جز دوست دید ازان ببرید

دختر القصه ماند بی خور و خواب
دل پر آتش ز عشق و دیده پر آب

لب فرو بست از پرستاران
مهر بگسست از وفاداران

پشت بر بزم و عیش و شادی کرد
رو به دیوار نامرادی کرد

همه حیران کار او ماندند
سخن از کار و بار او راندند

آن یکی گفت راه او زد دیو
ساخت دیوانه اش به حیله و ریو

وان دگر گفت با پری شد یار
کارش از یاری پری شد زار

وان دگر گفت خوبیی به تمام
داشت، چشمش رسید از ایام

وان دگر گفت هیچ از اینها نیست
آفتش غیر عشق و سودا نیست

دلبری دیده دل به او داده
وز غمش در کشاکش افتاده

بود با او همیشه یک دایه
از فسون و فسانه پر مایه

گنده پیری که تا جوان بوده
هدف تیر این و آن بوده

زده بعد از جوانی گذران
دست در کارسازی دگران

چون لبش در فسون بجنبیدی
بر خود افسونگران بلرزیدی

ور زبان در فسانه بگشادی
مالش صد فسانه خوان دادی

گرچه از بهر سبحه داشت به فن
مهره ای چند کرده در گردن

بود چون سبحه اش به زخم درشت
خرد به مهره های گردن و پشت

ورچه می کرد نفس حیله گرش
وصله وصله مرقعی به برش

بود اولی ز دهر خونخواره
چون مرقع تنش به صد پاره

دایه چون حال دختر آنسان دید
بر وی آن درد و رنج نپسندید

پیش دختر نشست کای فرزند
که بود با تو روح را پیوند

حق چو نشو و نمای سرو تو جست
بر کنار منش نشاند نخست

لب تو کاینچنین شکر شکن است
پرورش یافته ز شیر من است

ابرویت را به وسمه پیوسته
نقش نو کلک صنع من بسته

تا نکردم به سرمه دست دراز
بود چشمت تهی ز سرمه ناز

بود روشن رخت چو صبح دوم
در شب تار موی مشکین گم

تا نبستم نغوله موی تو را
کس ندید آشکار روی تو را

هر شب از بهر خواب تا به سحر
از حریرت فکنده ام بستر

چون شده سیر نرگس تو ز خواب
گل روی تو شسته ام به گلاب

حق خدمت بسی گزارده شد
تا هلال تو ماه چارده شد

بار دیگر مکن ز رنج و ملال
بدل این ماه چارده به هلال

محنت روزگار نابرده
گل رویت چراست پژمرده

بود مقصود دل ز قد تو راست
این زمان قد تو خمیده چراست

دیده عمری به روی تو خوش زیست
این چنین زلف تو مشوش چیست

حال خود بازگو چه حال است این
اثر خواب یا خیال است این

یا به بیداریت کسی زد راه
وز تو بربود صبر و دل ناگاه

مهر خاموشی از لبت بگشای
سوی آن رهزنم رهی بنمای

گر بود همچو مه بر اوج بلند
آرم او را فرو به خم کمند

ور چو ماهی بود به بحر درون
کنم او را به مکر و حیله برون

چون فسون و فریب بندم کار
خواهد از کار من فلک زنهار

گر بود زاهدی به خود مغرور
یا حکیمی ز خود پرستی دور

آن به زهد از فسون من نرهد
وین به جهد از فریب من نجهد

دختر از دایه آن فسون چو شنید
بهتر از راست هیچ چاره ندید

نام و ناموس را به گوشه نهاد
پرده از روی کار خود بگشاد

حال خود آنچنان که واقع بود
بی تکلف به دایه باز نمود

دایه گفتا کفایت این کار
بکنم دل ز غصه فارغ دار

بنهم در کنار کام تو را
دور دارم ز عار نام تو را

این سخن عرضه کرد بی کم و کاست
بهر موعود خویشتن برخاست

سینه سوزان ز داغ آن حبشی
کرد هر جا سراغ آن حبشی

عاقبت یافت منزل او را
دید موزون شمایل او را

کرد با او به دوستی پیوند
شد یکی مادر و دگر فرزند

خانه خویشتن نشانش داد
راه آمد شدن بر او بگشاد

هیچ شامی نبودی و سحری
که نکردی به سوی او گذری

یک شب او را به پیش خویش نشاند
بر وی از بهر خواب افسون خواند

آنچنان خفت بر سر بستر
که نماندش ز حال خویش خبر

گر به دندان کسی لبش کندی
چین در ابروی خود نیفکندی

ور دو صد نیش، پای کرده دراز
نکشیدی به جانب خود باز

خواب او را چو دایه دید گران
بست در پشت خادمیش روان

برد چون تنگ مشک یا عنبر
یکسر او را به خانه دختر

نیکبختا کسی که رفت به خواب
چشم حس بست ازین جهان خراب

جذب معشوق گشت حامل او
برد تا پیشگاه محمل او

شبروان رنج بین و محنت کش
واو به صدر وصال خرم و خوش

English translation

A king reigned over humans and jinn, He had a daughter, or rather a piercing star. By chance, one day that unique of the age Looked down from the edge of the palace. She saw an Abyssinian-born youth from afar, Enchanting like the beauty mark on a houri's face. The stature of that dark-complexioned, soul-stirring youth Like the letter Alif made its dwelling in her soul. With the darkness of his face, forehead, and cheek, He made a place in the core of her heart like the black spot. That pleasing face remained in her sight, Like the blackness of the pupil in the eye. Though she was famous for her moon-like beauty, Her soul burned with the brand of that Abyssinian. What an amazing tale and pleasant jest, That a crow should block the path of a pheasant! But these things are not surprising in love; What flower indeed has not bloomed from love's garden? Love is bound to beauty and beneficence, Love is the slave and beauty is the sultan. Wherever beauty shows its face, Love bows its head in prostration in that direction. It was beauty that, in the garb of Ayaz, Summoned Mahmud to the street of supplication. It was beauty that, in the attire of Layla, Gave Qays a longing toward herself. It was beauty that, from the face of Azra, Laid the excuse of Wamiq upon the desert. It was beauty that manifested from that dark youth, Which snatched patience and faith from that moon-like princess. What are patience and faith? That praised youth Took from that moon-like princess whatever she possessed entirely. Whatever she had of the nature of existence in hand, She saw him take it and sit in its place. She completely escaped from her own suffering, And saw nothing but her beloved. Blessed is the lover who escaped from themselves, And removed everything other than the Friend from before them. Became single-hearted, single-focused, and single-faced, Turning the face of aspiration away from all directions. Knew only the Friend, saw and heard only the Friend, And severed themselves from whatever they saw other than the Friend. In short, the daughter remained without food and sleep, Her heart full of fire from love and her eyes full of tears. She closed her lips from her attendants, And broke her affection from her loyal companions. She turned her back on feasts, pleasure, and joy, And turned her face toward the wall of disappointment. Everyone remained bewildered by her condition, And spoke about her state of affairs. One said, 'A demon has blocked her path, And made her mad with trickery and deceit.' Another said, 'She has become a companion to a fairy, And her affair has become miserable from the fairy's friendship.' Another said, 'She possessed perfect beauty, And the eye of the times has struck her.' Another said, 'It is none of these things; Her affliction is nothing but love and passion. She saw a heart-stealer and gave her heart to him, And has fallen into struggle from his grief.' There was always a nurse with her, Abundant in spells and tales. An old hag who, when she was young, Had been the target of the arrows of this one and that one. After her passing youth, she had Turned her hand to matchmaking for others. When her lips moved in a spell, Other sorcerers would tremble. And if she opened her tongue in a tale, She would put a hundred tale-reciters to shame. Although for the sake of the rosary she had skillfully Put a few beads around her neck, Her neck and back bones were crushed like her rosary By harsh wounds. And though her cunning self made A patched cloak of rags upon her body, Her body was first bruised by the bloodthirsty world Like a patched cloak with a hundred tears. When the nurse saw the girl's condition thus, She did not approve of that pain and suffering for her. She sat before the girl and said, 'O child, With whom the soul has a bond! When God sought the growth of your cypress-like stature, He first seated you upon my lap. Your lip, which is thus sugar-scattering, Was nurtured by my milk. Your eyebrow, always joined with indigo, The pen of my art drew its new design. Until I stretched out my hand with kohl, Your eye was devoid of the coquettish kohl. Your face was bright like the second dawn, Lost in the dark night of your musky hair. Until I tied the curls of your hair, No one saw your face openly. Every night for the sake of sleep until dawn, I have spread a bed of silk for you. When your narcissus-like eyes were sated with sleep, I washed the rose of your face with rosewater. Much duty and service was rendered Until your crescent became a full moon of fourteen days. Do not once again, out of pain and sorrow, Change this fourteen-day moon back to a crescent. Without having suffered the affliction of the world, Why is the rose of your face withered? Your stature was straight like the heart's desire; Why is your stature now bent? My eye lived happily looking upon your face for a lifetime; What is this dishevelment of your tresses? Tell me your state, what condition is this? Is it the effect of a dream or an imagination? Or did someone block your way in wakefulness, And suddenly steal your patience and heart? Remove the seal of silence from your lips, And show me a path toward that highwayman. If he is like the moon on the high heavens, I will bring him down with the loop of my lasso. And if he is like a fish inside the sea, I will bring him out with trickery and deceit. When I employ spells and deception, Heaven itself will beg for mercy from my deeds. If he is a devout ascetic proud of himself, Or a philosopher distant from self-worship, The former will not escape my spell through his asceticism, And the latter will not flee my deceit through his effort.' When the girl heard those spells from the nurse, She saw no remedy better than the truth. She set aside her name and reputation, And uncovered the veil from her affair. She revealed her state exactly as it was Without pretense to the nurse. The nurse said, 'The sufficiency of this matter I shall undertake; keep your heart free from grief. I will place your desire in your embrace, And keep the disgrace of your name far from you.' She presented this speech without subtraction or addition, And arose to fulfill her promise. Her chest burning with the brand of that Abyssinian, She searched everywhere for that Abyssinian. At last she found his dwelling, And saw his well-proportioned figure. She bonded with him in friendship, They became like mother and son. She showed him her own house, And opened the way for his coming and going. There was no evening or morning That she did not pay a visit to him. One night she sat him before her, And recited a spell over him for sleep. He slept so deeply upon the bed That he remained unaware of his own state. If someone had bitten his lip with their teeth, He would not have furrowed his brow. And if two hundred needles had pierced his outstretched foot, He would not have drawn it back. When the nurse saw his sleep was heavy, She quickly bound him onto the back of a servant. She carried him like a bundle of musk or ambergris Straight to the house of the princess. O fortunate is the one who went to sleep, And closed the eye of sense from this ruined world! The attraction of the beloved became his carrier, And bore him to the presence of her litter. See the night-travellers suffering pain and misery, While he is joyful and happy at the seat of union!

Updated 2026-07-07

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