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بخش ۵۱ - مراجعت کردن اعرابی بار دیگر به زیارت مجنون و بعد از جست و جوی بسیار وی را یافتن که غزالی را در آغوش گرفته و هر دو جان داده / Section 51 - The Bedouin Returning Once Again to Visit Majnun, and After Much Searching Finding Him Having Embraced a Gazelle, With Both Having Given Up Their Lives

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طغراکش این فراقنامه
این رشحه برون دهد ز خامه

کان حله نشین عرابی راد
در ربع و دمن رئیس و استاد

یکچند چو در دیار خود بود
مشغول به کار و بار خود بود

سر زد ز دلش هوای مجنون
طیاره ز حله راند بیرون

بر عامریان گذشت از آغاز
جست از همه کس نشان او باز

گفتند که یک دو هفته بیش است
کز وی دل این قبیله ریش است

نی دیده ز وی کسی نشانی
نی نیز شنیده داستانی

بیرون ز وقوف غیر باشد
ان شاء/الله که خیر باشد

برخاست عرابی و شتابان
رو کرد ز حله در بیابان

نه کوه گذاشت نی در و دشت
بر هر جایی چو باد بگذشت

می گشت وجب وجب زمین را
می جست حریف نازنین را

چو یک دو سه روز جست و جو کرد
نومید به راه خویش رو کرد

ناگاه نمود زیر کوهی
جمع آمده وحشیان گروهی

شد تیز به سویشان روانه
مجنون را دید در میانه

با آهویکی سفید و روشن
همچون لیلی به چشم و گردن

خفته به مغاکیی هم آغوش
وز مرگ شده به خواب خرگوش

بر بالش خاک و بستر خار
جان داده ز داغ فرقت یار

همخوابه چو دیده ماجرایش
او نیز بمرده در وفایش

گردش دد و دام حلقه بسته
شاخ طرب همه شکسته

از سینه آهو آه خیزان
وز چشم گوزن اشکریزان

روبه زده جیب پوستین چاک
وافشانده به سر به پنجه ها خاک

گرگان کنده ازان تغابن
رخسار زمین به زخم ناخن

گوران که ز داغ رسته بودند
زان داغ به خون نشسته بودند

زان واقعه دید چون عرابی
در کاخ حیات وی خرابی

خواند»انالله راجعون «
از نوک مژه سرشک خون راند

در کشمکش وفاش نالید
رخساره به خاک پاش مالید

کردش چو نگاه در پس پشت
بر ریگ نوشته دید از انگشت

کاوخ که به داغ عشق مردم
بر بستر هجر جان سپردم

شد مهر زمانه سرد بر من
کس مرحمتی نکرد بر من

بشکست شب صبوریم پشت
وایام به تیغ دوریم کشت

کس کشته بی دیت چو من نیست
محروم ز تعزیت چو من نیست

نی بر سر من گریست یاری
نی شست ز روی من غباری

نز دوست کسی سلامی آورد
در پرسش من پیامی آورد

دادم به طبیبی فلک دست
نبضم نه به اعتدال می جست

داد از قدح سراب آبم
وز رشحه خون دل شرابم

فکر غذیم جگر تراشید
بهر غذیم جگر خراشید

یک زنده غذا چو من نخورده
یک مرده به روز من نمرده

شد شیشه چرخ بر دلم تنگ
زد شیشه زندگیم بر سنگ

تا حشر خلد به هر دلی ریش
این شیشه ریزه ریزه چون نیش

چون خواند عرابی این قصیده
با پر آتش دلی رمیده

شد معنی سوزناک هر بیت
بر آتش او به خاصیت زیت

از آتش دل فغان برآورد
وان ناقه به زیر ران درآورد

زان بارگی بلند پایه
بر عامریان فکند سایه

سایه نه که شعله های سوزان
شد در دل و جانشان فروزان

یعنی که ازان خبر برافروخت
صد شعله و جان عالمی سوخت

چون اهل حی آن خبر شنیدند
بر خود همه جامه ها دریدند

از فرق عمامه ها فکندند
مو ببریدند و چهره کندند

از مادر و از پدر چه گویم
قاصر زانست هر چه گویم

مسکین پدرش ز خود بدر شد
آغشته به رشحه جگر شد

زان داغ بسوخت جان مادر
افتاد به هر برادر آذر

یکسر همه اهل آن قبیله
از صدق درون برون ز حیله

گشتند روان به پای آن کوه
بر سینه هزار کوه اندوه

دل پر غم و درد و دیده پر خون
راه آوردند سوی مجنون

افتاده به خواریش چو دیدند
فریاد و نفیر برکشیدند

هر کس ره ماتم دگر زد
بر دل رقم غم دگر زد

آن خورد دریغ بر جوانیش
وین کرد فغان ز ناتوانیش

آن کرد ز بی طبیبیش یاد
وین خواست ز بی نصیبیش داد

آن گفت ز طبع نکته زایش
وین گفت ز نظم جانفزایش

آن خواند حدیث پاکی او
وین قصه دردناکی او

مسکین مادر ز درد نالید
رویش بر روی زرد مالید

بیچاره پدر ز دیده خون ریخت
خاک قدمش به خون برآمیخت

زان شور و شغب چو باز ماندند
چون مه به عماریش نشاندند

همخوابه مرده را ز یاری
با او کردند همعماری

اظهار بزرگواریش را
عامر نسبان عماریش را

بر گردن و دوش جای کردند
رفتن سوی حله رای کردند

در هر گامی که می نهادند
صد چشمه ز چشم می گشادند

در هر قدمی که می بریدند
صد ناله ز درد می کشیدند

از دجله چشمشان به هر میل
شط بر شط بود نیل بر نیل

وحش در و دشت از فغانشان
از گرد به فرق خاکپاشان

آهسته همی زدند گامی
فریادکنان به هر مقامی

چون نغمه درد و غم سرایان
آمد ره دورشان به پایان

خونابه غم چشیدگانش
شستند به آب دیدگانش

چون خنجر عشق ریختش خون
زاشکش کردند خرقه گلگون

چاک افکندند در دل خاک
جا کرد به خاک با دل چاک

برداشته شد ز سینه رنجش
انباشته زیر خاک گنجش

وان آهوی رفته در هوایش
خسبید به خاک زیر پایش

یعنی که درین سرای بی سور
لایق به همند آهو و گور

وان دم که شدند مهربانان
دامن ز غبار او فشانان

هر یک به مقام خویشتن باز
مجروح ز جور دور ناساز

در ریخت ز دشت و در دد و دام
کردند به خوابگاهش آرام

چون خاک وی آهوان بدیدند
در چشم سیاه خود کشیدند

گشت از لب گور بوس بسیار
خرپشته او به خاک هموار

خاکش چو گوزن ز اشک خود شست
زان لاله دمید و سبز بر رست

در پرتو آن مزار پر نور
گشتند ددان ز خوی بد دور

جاروب کشیش کرد روباه
برداشت غبار حیله از راه

شد شیر رمیده دل ز گرگی
پی برده به پایه بزرگی

آری عاشق که پاکباز است
عشقش نه ز عالم مجاز است

تریاک مجرب است خاکش
اکسیر وجود عشق پاکش

قلبی ببرد ز جان قلاب
گردد مس قلب او زر ناب

مجنون که به خاک در نهان شد
گنج کرم همه جهان شد

هر کس ز غمی فتاده در رنج
زد دست طلب به پای آن گنج

زان گنج کرم مراد خود یافت
گر یک دو مراد جست صد یافت

روی همه در خظیره اش بود
چشم همه بر ذخیره اش بود

شد روضه جان حظیره او
رضوان ابد ذخیره او

رفت همه زان حظیره خوش باد
جان همه زان ذخیره کش باد

English translation

The scribe of this book of separation lets this drop flow forth from the pen, That the noble Bedouin, dweller of Hilla, was a chief and master among the camps and ruins. For a while, being in his own land, he was busy with his own affairs; Then the longing for Majnun arose from his heart, and he drove his swift mount out of Hilla. First he passed by the Amirites and sought news of him from everyone. They said it has been more than a week or two that this tribe's heart is wounded over him; No one has seen a sign of him, nor has anyone heard a tale. It is beyond anyone's knowledge—God willing, may it be well. The Bedouin arose and hastily turned from Hilla into the desert. He left no mountain, no valley or plain; he passed over every place like the wind. He searched the ground inch by inch, seeking his beloved companion. When he had searched for two or three days, in despair he turned back on his way. Suddenly there appeared beneath a mountain a group of wild beasts gathered together. He went swiftly toward them and saw Majnun in their midst, With a gazelle, white and bright, like Layla in eyes and neck, Lying embraced in a hollow, fallen from death into the hare's sleep, Upon a pillow of dust and a bed of thorns, having given up his life from the grief of parting from the beloved. The bedfellow, having seen his plight, had also died in faithfulness to him. Around them the wild and tame beasts had formed a ring; the branch of joy all broken. From the gazelle's breast sighs were rising, and from the deer's eye tears pouring. The fox had torn open the collar of its fur coat and scattered dust on its head with its paws. The wolves in that grief had clawed the face of the earth with the wounds of their nails. The wild asses who had been free of sorrow's brand had, from that grief, sat down in blood. When the Bedouin saw from that event the ruin in the palace of his life, He recited 'Verily we belong to God and to Him we return,' and from the tips of his lashes shed tears of blood. In the struggle of his faithfulness he lamented, and rubbed his face on the dust of his feet. When he looked behind him, he saw written on the sand with a finger: 'Alas, that I died from the brand of love; on the bed of separation I gave up my life. The love of the age grew cold upon me; no one showed me mercy. The night broke the back of my patience, and the days slew me with the sword of separation. No one is slain without blood-price like me; no one is deprived of mourning like me. No friend wept over me, nor washed the dust from my face. No one brought a greeting from the beloved, nor a message inquiring after me. I gave my hand to the heavens as a physician; my pulse was not beating in balance. It gave me water from the cup of mirage, and wine from the drops of my heart's blood. The thought of my food scraped my liver; for my nourishment it scratched my liver. No living one has eaten food like me; no dead one has died in my state. The glass of the sphere grew tight upon my heart; it dashed the glass of my life against stone. Until the Resurrection may it pierce every heart—these shards of glass, like a sting.' When the Bedouin read this ode, with a heart full of fire, startled, The burning meaning of each verse became like oil upon his fire by its very nature. From the fire of his heart he raised a cry, and drove that she-camel beneath his thigh. From that lofty mount he cast a shadow over the Amirites— Not a shadow, but burning flames blazed in their heart and soul; That is, from that news he kindled a hundred flames and burned a world of souls. When the people of the tribe heard that news, they all tore their garments upon themselves. From their heads they cast off their turbans, cut their hair, and tore their faces. What shall I say of the mother and the father? Whatever I say falls short of it. His poor father went out of himself, drenched in the drops of his liver's blood. From that grief the mother's soul burned; fire fell upon every brother. All the people of that tribe at once, from inner sincerity and free of deceit, Set out toward the foot of that mountain, with a thousand mountains of grief upon their breast. With hearts full of grief and pain and eyes full of blood, they made their way toward Majnun. When they saw him fallen in his wretchedness, they raised cries and wailing. Each took another path of mourning, inscribed another mark of grief upon the heart. One grieved over his youth, another wailed over his frailty. One recalled his lack of a physician, another cried for justice over his deprivation. One spoke of his subtlety-bearing nature, another of his soul-nourishing verse. One recited the tale of his purity, another the story of his anguish. The poor mother lamented from pain and rubbed her face on his pale face. The helpless father shed blood from his eyes and mixed the dust of his feet with blood. When they ceased from that clamor and tumult, they seated him like the moon in his litter. The dead bedfellow, out of friendship, they placed in the same litter with him. To show his nobility, those of Amir's lineage his litter They placed upon neck and shoulder, and resolved to go toward Hilla. At every step they took, they opened a hundred springs from their eyes. At every pace they made, they drew a hundred wails from pain. From the Tigris of their eyes at every mile, it was river upon river, Nile upon Nile. The beasts of valley and plain, from their wailing, scattered dust upon their heads from the dust. Slowly they took each step, crying out at every station. Like singers of the melody of pain and grief, their long journey came to its end. Those who had tasted the bloody water of his grief washed him with the water of their eyes. Since the dagger of love had shed his blood, from their tears they made his shroud rose-colored. They cut open the heart of the earth; he took his place in the earth with a torn heart. His suffering was lifted from his breast; his treasure was heaped beneath the earth. And that gazelle, gone in love of him, lay down in the earth beneath his feet; That is, in this joyless abode, the gazelle and the grave are fitting for one another. And when the loving ones shook the dust of him from their skirts, Each back to their own station, wounded by the tyranny of discordant fate, From plain and valley the wild and tame beasts poured in and settled at his resting-place. When the gazelles saw his dust, they drew it into their black eyes as kohl. From much kissing by the wild ass's lips, his grave-mound became level with the earth. When the deer washed his dust with its tears, from it tulips sprang and greenery grew. In the light of that radiant tomb, the beasts drew away from their evil nature. The fox swept it clean and lifted the dust of deceit from the path. The lion's heart withdrew from wolfishness, attaining the rank of greatness. Yes, the lover who is pure in his self-sacrifice—his love is not of the world of metaphor. His dust is a proven antidote; the elixir of being is his pure love. It takes the false coin away from the counterfeiter's soul; the copper of his false heart becomes pure gold. Majnun, who became hidden in the earth, became the treasure of generosity of the whole world. Everyone fallen into suffering from some grief stretched the hand of seeking to the foot of that treasure. From that treasure of generosity he found his desire; if he sought one or two desires, he found a hundred. The faces of all were toward his shrine; the eyes of all upon his stored treasure. His shrine became the garden of the soul; eternal paradise his stored provision. May all depart from that shrine happy; may the soul of all be drawn from that treasure.

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