1Cademy - بخش ۲۲ - آمدن رسولان پادشاهان اطراف غیر از مصر به خواستگاری زلیخا و تنگدل گشتن وی از نومیدی آن / Section 22 - The Arrival of Envoys from the Kings of the Surrounding Lands, Other than Egypt, to Seek Zuleikhas Hand in Marriage, and Her Becoming Heartsick from Despair over It

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بخش ۲۲ - آمدن رسولان پادشاهان اطراف غیر از مصر به خواستگاری زلیخا و تنگدل گشتن وی از نومیدی آن / Section 22 - The Arrival of Envoys from the Kings of the Surrounding Lands, Other than Egypt, to Seek Zuleikha's Hand in Marriage, and Her Becoming Heartsick from Despair over It

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به دارالملک گیتی شهریاران
به تخت شهریاری تاجداران

به دل داغ تمنای تو دارند
به سینه تخم سودای تو کارند

به سوی ما به امید قبولی
رسیده ست اینک از هر یک رسولی

بگویم داستان هر رسولت
ببینم تا که می افتد قبولت

به هر کشور که افتد در دلت میل
تو را سازم به زودی شاه آن خیل

پدر می گفت و او خاموش می بود
به بوی آشنایی گوش می بود

خوشا گوش سخن کردن ز جایی
به امید حدیث آشنایی

ز شاهان قصه ها پی در پی آورد
ولی از مصریان دم برنیاورد

زلیخا دید کز مصر و دیارش
نیامد هیچ قاصد خواستگارش

ز دیدار پدر نومید برخاست
ز غم لرزان چو شاخ بید برخاست

به نوک دیده مروارید می سفت
ز دل خونابه می بارید و می گفت

مرا ای کاشکی مادر نمی زاد
وگر می زاد کس شیرم نمی داد

ندانم بر چه طالع زاده ام من
بدین طالع کجا افتاده ام من

اگر بر خیزد از دریا سحابی
که ریزد بر لب هر تشنه آبی

چو ره سوی من لب تشنه آرد
به جای آب جز آتش نبارد

ندانم ای فلک با من چه داری
چو خویشم غرق خون دامن چه داری

گرم ندهی به سوی دوست پرواز
ز وی باری چنین دورم مینداز

گر از من مرگ خواهی مردم اینک
ز بیداد تو جان بسپردم اینک

وگر خواهی مرا در رنج و اندوه
نهادی بر دلم صد رنج چون کوه

به زیر کوه گاهی چند باشد
به موج غم گیاهی چند باشد

دلم از زخم تو صد جای ریش است
اگر رحمی کنی بر جای خویش است

اگر من شاد اگر غمگین تو را چه
وگر من تلخ اگر شیرین تو را چه

کیم من وز وجود من چه خیزد
وزین بود و نبود من چه خیزد

اگر شد خرمنم بر باد گو شو
دو صد خرمن ازین بر تو به یک جو

هزاران تازه گل بر باد دادی
ز داغ مرگ بر آتش نهادی

کجا گردد تو را خاطر پریشان
که من باشم یکی دیگر ازیشان

به صد افغان و درد آن روز تا شب
درون غنچه وار از خون لبالب

سرشک از دیده غمناک می ریخت
به دست غصه بر سر خاک می ریخت

پدر چون دید شوق و بی قراریش
ز سودای عزیز مصر زاریش

رسولان را به خلعت های شاهی
اجازت داد لب پر عذر خواهی

که هست از بهر این فرزانه فرزند
زبانم با عزیز مصر در بند

بود روشن بر دانش پرستان
که باشد دست دست پیشدستان

زبان دهر را به زین مثل نیست
که گوید دست پیشین را بدل نیست

رسولان زان تمنا در گذشتند
ز پیشش باد در کف بازگشتند

زلیخا گرچه عشق آشفت حالش
جهان پر بود از صیت جمالش

به هر جا قصه حسنش رسیدی
شدی مفتون او هر کس شنیدی

سران ملک را سودای او بود
به بزم خسروان غوغای او بود

به هر وقت آمدی از شهریاری
به امید وصالش خواستگاری

درین فرصت که از قید جنون رست
به تخت دلبری هشیار بنشست

رسولان از شه هر مرز و هر بوم
چو شاه ملک شام و کشور روم

فزون از ده تن از ره در رسیدند
به درگاه جلالش آرمیدند

یکی منشور ملک و مال در مشت
یکی مهر سلیمانی در انگشت

که هر یک تحفه کشور ستانیست
ز شاهی خواستگاری را نشانیست

به هر جا رو نهد آن غیرت خور
بود تخت آن او و تاج بر سر

به هر کشور که گردد جلوه گاهش
بد دیهیم شاهی خاک راهش

اگر گیرد چو مه در شام آرام
دعای او کنند از صبح تا شام

وگر آرد به سوی روم آهنگ
غلام وی شوند از روم تا زنگ

بدین دستور هر قاصد پیامی
همی گفت از لب فرخنده نامی

زلیخا را ازین معنی خبر شد
ز اندیشه دلش زیر و زبر شد

که با اینان ز مصر آیا کسی هست
که عشق مصریانم پشت بشکست

به سوی مصریانم می کشد دل
ز مصر ار قاصدی نبود چه حاصل

نسیمی کز دیار مصر خیزد
که در چشمم غبار مصر بیزد

مرا خوشتر ازان باد است صد بار
که آرد نافه از صحرای تاتار

درین اندیشه بود او کش پدر خواند
پدروارش به پیش خویش بنشاند

بگفت ای نور چشم و شادی دل
ز بند غم خط آزادی دل

English translation

In the royal capitals of the world are kings, Crowned sovereigns seated upon royal thrones.

Within their hearts they bear the brand of longing for you; Within their breasts they sow the seed of passion for you.

Toward us, in hope of acceptance, An envoy has now arrived from each of them.

I shall tell you the story of every envoy, And see which one meets with your approval.

Whichever country your heart inclines toward, I shall swiftly make you queen of its people.

Her father spoke, while she remained silent, Listening for the scent of something familiar.

How sweet it is to listen to words from somewhere, In hope of hearing tidings of the familiar one.

He recounted stories of the kings one after another, But uttered not a word about the Egyptians.

Zuleikha saw that from Egypt and its land No suitor's messenger had come for her.

She rose from her father's presence in despair, Rising in grief, trembling like a willow branch.

With the tips of her eyes she strung pearls, While bloody tears poured from her heart, and she said:

Would that my mother had never borne me, Or, if she had borne me, that no one had given me milk.

I do not know beneath what constellation I was born, Nor where I have fallen under such a fortune.

If a cloud should rise from the sea To pour water upon the lips of every thirsty one,

When its path reaches me, parched of lip, Instead of water, it rains nothing but fire.

I know not, O heavens, what you have against me; Since I am your kin, why have you steeped your hem in my blood?

If you will not grant me flight toward the beloved, At least do not cast me so far away from him.

If you desire my death, I have died—behold; Through your injustice I have surrendered my soul—behold.

And if you wish me to remain in pain and sorrow, You have laid a hundred mountain-like afflictions upon my heart.

How long can one remain beneath a mountain? How long can a blade of grass endure amid waves of grief?

My heart is wounded in a hundred places by your blows; If you show mercy, you show it where it is rightly due.

Whether I am joyful or sorrowful, what is that to you? Whether I am bitter or sweet, what is that to you?

Who am I, and what can arise from my existence? What can arise from whether I am or am not?

If my harvest has been scattered to the wind, then let it be; Two hundred harvests such as mine are not worth one barleycorn to you.

You have cast thousands of fresh flowers to the wind And placed them upon the fire through the anguish of death.

How could your mind become troubled If I, too, were merely one more among them?

With a hundred cries and pains, from that day until night, She remained like a bud filled to the brim with blood.

She poured tears from her sorrowful eyes And, at the hand of grief, cast dust upon her head.

When her father saw her longing and restlessness, And her lamentation from passion for Egypt's Aziz,

He bestowed royal robes of honor upon the envoys And dismissed them, his lips full of apologies:

For the sake of this wise child, My word is pledged to Egypt's Aziz.

It is clear to those devoted to wisdom That the winning hand belongs to those who act first.

The tongue of time possesses no proverb better than this: There is no substitute for the first hand.

The envoys abandoned that desire And returned from his presence with nothing but wind in their hands.

Although love had thrown Zuleikha's state into turmoil, The world was filled with the fame of her beauty.

Wherever the story of her loveliness reached, Everyone who heard it became enchanted with her.

The rulers of kingdoms were consumed with desire for her; Her name caused an uproar in the assemblies of kings.

At every moment a proposal came from some sovereign, Made in hope of attaining union with her.

During this interval, when she was freed from the bonds of madness, She sat alert upon the throne of loveliness.

Envoys from the kings of every border and land, Such as the king of Syria and the realm of Rome,

More than ten in number, arrived from the road And came to rest at her majestic court.

One held a charter granting kingdom and wealth; Another wore Solomon's seal upon his finger.

Each gift was fit for conquering a country, A sign that a king sought her hand in marriage.

Wherever that envy of the sun might turn her face, The throne would be hers and the crown upon her head.

In whatever country her place of splendor might be, The royal diadem would become the dust beneath her feet.

If, like the moon, she should make her home in Syria, They would pray for her from morning until evening.

And if she should set out toward Rome, All from Rome to Ethiopia would become her servants.

In this manner every messenger delivered a message From the lips of one whose name was auspicious.

When Zuleikha received news of this matter, Her heart was overturned by anxious thought:

Is there anyone from Egypt among them, Since my love for the Egyptians has broken my back?

My heart draws me toward the Egyptians; If there is no messenger from Egypt, what use is any of this?

A breeze arising from the land of Egypt, Scattering the dust of Egypt into my eyes,

Is a hundred times sweeter to me than that wind Which brings musk from the steppes of Tartary.

While she was absorbed in this thought, her father summoned her And seated her before him with fatherly affection.

He said: O light of my eyes and joy of my heart, Free your heart from the bonds of grief.

Updated 2026-07-18

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