1Cademy - بخش ۸ - آغاز سلسله جنبانی داستان عشق لیلی و مجنون که آن سر دفتر پردگیان حجله جمال و عفت بود و این سر حلقه زنجیریان عشق و محبت / Section 8 - The Beginning of Setting in Motion the Tale of the Love of Layla and Majnun, She Who Was the Chief of the Veiled Ones in the Bridal Chamber of Beauty and Chastity, and He the Head of the Ring of Those Chained by Love and Affection

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بخش ۸ - آغاز سلسله جنبانی داستان عشق لیلی و مجنون که آن سر دفتر پردگیان حجله جمال و عفت بود و این سر حلقه زنجیریان عشق و محبت / Section 8 - The Beginning of Setting in Motion the Tale of the Love of Layla and Majnun, She Who Was the Chief of the Veiled Ones in the Bridal Chamber of Beauty and Chastity, and He the Head of the Ring of Those Chained by Love and Affection

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تاریخ نویس عشقبازان
شیرین رقم سخن طرازان

از سرور عاشقان چو دم زد
بر لوح بیان چنین رقم زد

کز عامریان بلند قدری
بر صدر شرف خجسته بدری

مقبول عرب به کار سازی
محبوب عجم به دلنوازی

از مال و منال بودش اسباب
افزون ز عمارت گل و آب

چون خیمه درین بساط غبرا
می بود مقیم کوه و صحرا

صحرای عرب مخیم او
معمور ز یمن مقدم او

عرض رمه اش برون ز فرسنگ
بر آهوی دشت کرده جا تنگ

اشتر گله هاش کوه کوهان
چون کوه بلند پرشکوهان

زیشان گشتی گه چراخوار
کوهستان ها زمین هموار

خیلش گذران به هر کناره
چون گله گور بی شماره

بگشاده دری به میزبانی
در داده صلای میهمانی

هر شام به کوه و دشت تا روز
آتش پی میهمانی افروز

حاجت طلبان به روی او شاد
ویرانی شان به جودش آباد

دستش به ایادی جمیله
انگشت نمای هر قبیله

داده کف او شکست خاتم
بر بسته به جود دست حاتم

سادات عرب به چاپلوسی
پیش در او به خاکبوسی

شاهان عجم ز بختیاری
با او به هوای دوستداری

از جاه هزار زیب و فر داشت
وان از همه به که ده پسر داشت

هر یک ز نهال عمر شاخی
وز شهر امل بلند کاخی

لیکن ز همه کهینه فرزند
می داشت دلش به مهر خود بند

بر دست بود بلی ده انگشت
در قوت حمله جمله یک پشت

باشد ز همه به سور و ماتم
انگشت کهین سزای خاتم

آری بود او ز برج امید
فرخنده مهی تمام خورشید

فرخندگی مه تمامش
بیرون ز قیاس و قیس نامش

سالش که قدم به چارده داشت
بر چارده مه خط سیه داشت

یاقوت لبش به خوشنویسی
ماهش به شعار مشک ریسی

تابان مه روشن از جبینش
خورشید فتاده بر زمینش

ابروش بلای نازنینان
محراب دعا پاکدینان

قدش نخلی عجب دلاویز
بر خسته دلان ز لب رطب ریز

دور شکرش ز موی میمی
زیر کمرش ز موی نیمی

گوی ذقنش ز سیم ساده
سبزه ز درون برون نداده

سرو قد گلرخان دلجوی
چوگان شده در هوای آن گوی

سر تا قدم از ادب سرشته
بر دل رقم ادب نوشته

طبعش ز سخن به موشکافی
مشعوف به شعر شعربافی

چون لعل لبش خموش بودی
بر روزن راز گوش بودی

چون غنچه تنگ او شکفتی
سنجیده هزار نکته گفتی

کلکش ز سواد طره حور
صد نقش زدی به لوح کافور

هر حرف که بر ورق کشیدی
بر نغز خطان ورق دریدی

با طایفه ای ز خردسالان
چون او همه مشکبو غزالان

همواره هوای گشت کردی
طوافی کوه و دشت کردی

گه باز زدی به کوه دامان
با کبک دری شدی خرامان

گه بنشستی به طرف وادی
بر رود زدی نوای شادی

گه ره سوی چشمه سار جستی
وز چشمه دل غبار شستی

گه رخت به مرغزار بردی
وز دل غم روزگار بردی

می زد قدمی به هر بهانه
فارغ ز حوادث زمانه

نه در جگرش ز عشق تابی
نه بر مژه اش ز شوق آبی

نه جامه صابری دریده
نی ناله عاشقی کشیده

شب خواب فراغتش ربودی
بر بستر عافیت غنودی

روزش در آرزو گشادی
در هر تک و پوی رو نهادی

کامی که عنان کش دلش بود
بر وفق مراد حاصلش بود

بینا نظر پدر به حالش
خرم دل مادر از جمالش

ناگشته هنوز خاطراندیش
کاخر ز فلک چه آیدش پیش

حالیست عجب که آدمیزاد
آسوده زید درین غم آباد

غافل که چه بر سرش نوشتند
در آب و گلش چه تخم کشتند

شاخی کش از آب و خاک خیزد
در دامن او چه میوه ریزد

شیرین گردد ازان دهانش
یا تلخ شود مذاق جانش

English translation

The historian of lovers, the sweet-penned adorner of words, when he spoke of the chief of lovers, inscribed thus upon the tablet of expression: That among the Amirites there was a man of high rank, an auspicious full-moon upon the seat of honor, Accepted by the Arabs for his competence, beloved of the Persians for his tenderness. Of wealth and possessions he had means more than the building of clay and water. Like a tent upon this dusty expanse, he dwelt in mountain and desert. The desert of Arabia was his camp, made prosperous by the blessing of his arrival. The breadth of his flocks stretched beyond a parasang, making the plain narrow for the gazelle. His camel herds were humped like mountains, majestic like lofty peaks. When they grazed upon them, the mountains became level ground. His horses passing at every side, countless like herds of wild asses. He had opened a door to hosting, giving the call to hospitality. Every evening in mountain and plain until dawn, kindling a fire for his guests. The needy were glad at his face, their ruin made prosperous by his bounty. His hand, with its noble gifts, was pointed at by every tribe. His palm outdid the seal-ring of giving, and bound the generous hand of Hatim. The nobles of Arabia, in flattery, kissed the dust before his door. The kings of Persia, out of good fortune, sought his friendship in devotion. From rank he had a thousand ornaments and splendor, and best of all he had ten sons. Each a branch from the sapling of life, and a lofty palace from the city of hope. Yet of them all, the youngest child bound his heart with its own love. Upon the hand there are indeed ten fingers, yet in strength of attack all are one support. Of them all, in feast and in mourning, the littlest finger is fittest for the seal-ring. Yes, he was, from the tower of hope, an auspicious moon, a full sun. The auspiciousness of his full moon was beyond measure, and Qays was his name. When his years reached fourteen, upon that fourteenth moon a black line of down appeared. His ruby lip in fine calligraphy, his moon-face in the fashion of musk-spinning. The bright moon shone from his brow, the sun had fallen upon his earth. His eyebrow the affliction of the beautiful, the prayer-niche of the pure in faith. His stature a wondrously charming palm-tree, raining dates from its lip upon the broken-hearted. The circle of his sugar-mouth was a 'mim' of a hair, beneath his belt but half a hair. The ball of his chin was of pure silver, not yet showing the green down from within. The cypress-statured, rose-cheeked charmers became polo-sticks in desire of that ball. From head to foot he was kneaded of courtesy, having written the mark of courtesy upon his heart. His nature, given to hair-splitting in speech, delighted in poetry and the weaving of verse. When his ruby lip fell silent, he was an ear at the window of secrets. When his narrow bud of a mouth blossomed, he spoke a thousand measured subtleties. His pen, from the blackness of a houri's tress, drew a hundred figures on the tablet of camphor. Every letter he drew upon the page put the finest calligraphers to shame. With a company of young ones, all like him musk-scented gazelles, He always longed to wander, making circuits of mountain and plain. Sometimes he tucked his skirt toward the mountain, strutting with the mountain partridge. Sometimes he sat at the edge of the valley, playing a tune of joy upon the river. Sometimes he sought the way to the spring, and washed the dust from the heart's own spring. Sometimes he carried his belongings to the meadow, and bore the sorrow of the age from his heart. He stepped out on every pretext, free from the accidents of the age. No fever of love in his liver, no tear of longing on his lash. Neither had he torn the garment of patience, nor drawn the lament of a lover. At night the sleep of ease carried him off, and he slumbered on the bed of well-being. His day opened in desire, as he set out in every running about. Whatever wish held the rein of his heart was attained according to his will. The father's seeing eye was upon his state, the mother's heart glad at his beauty. Not yet had he grown thoughtful of what fate might at last bring upon him. It is a strange condition that the child of man lives at ease in this abode of sorrow, Heedless of what they have written upon his head, what seed they have sown in his water and clay, A branch that rises from water and earth— what fruit it will drop into its lap, Whether his mouth will grow sweet from it, or the taste of his soul turn bitter.

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