1Cademy - بخش ۲۹ - آغاز حسد بردن اخوان و دور انداختن یوسف را علیه السلام از کنعان / Section 29 - The Beginning of the Brothers Envy and Their Casting Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Away from Canaan

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بخش ۲۹ - آغاز حسد بردن اخوان و دور انداختن یوسف را علیه السلام از کنعان / Section 29 - The Beginning of the Brothers' Envy and Their Casting Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, Away from Canaan

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دبیر خامه ز استاد کهن زاد
درین نامه چنین داد سخن داد

که چون یوسف به خوبی سربرافراخت
دل یعقوب را مشعوف خود ساخت

به سان مردمش در دیده بنشست
ز فرزندان دیگر دیده بربست

گرفتی با وی آنسان لطفها پیش
که بر وی رشکشان هر دم شدی بیش

درختی بود در صحن سرایش
به سبزی و خوشی بهجت فزایش

چو سکان صوامع سبزپوشی
ز جنبش تیز وجدی پر خروشی

ستاده در مقام استقامت
فکنده بر زمین ظل کرامت

پی تسبیح هر برگش زبانی
بنامیزد عجب تسبیح خوانی

گذشته شاخ ازین فیروزه کاخش
ملایک گشته گنجشکان شاخش

به هر فرزند کش دادی خداوند
ازان خرم درخت سدره مانند

هماندم تازه شاخی بردمیدی
که با قدش برابر سر کشیدی

چو در راه بلاغت پا نهادی
به دستش زان عصای سبز دادی

به جز یوسف که از تأیید بختش
عصا لایق نیامد زان درختش

نهال باغ جان بود او نشاید
که با او شاخ چوبی همسر آید

شبی پنهان ز اخوان با پدر گفت
که ای بازوی سعیت با ظفر جفت

دعا کن تا کفیل کار و کشتم
برویاند عصایی از بهشتم

که از عهد جوانی تا به پیری
کند هر جا که افتم دستگیری

دهد در جلوه گاه جنگ و بازی
مرا بر هر برادر سرفرازی

پدر روی تضرع در خدا کرد
برای خاطر یوسف دعا کرد

رسید از سدره پیک ملک سرمد
عصایی سبز در دست از زبرجد

نه زخم تیشه ایام دیده
نه رنج اره دوران کشیده

قوی قوت گران قیمت سبک سنگ
نیالوده به ننگ روغن و رنگ

پیام آورد کین فضل الهیست
ستون بارگاه پادشاهیست

چو شد یوسف ازان تحفه قوی دست
ز حسرت حاسدان را پشت بشکست

بر ایشان آن عصا از دست هستی
گرانتر آمد از صد چوبدستی

به خود بستند ازان هر یک خیالی
نشاندند از حسد در دل نهالی

از اول طبع را زان زندگی زاد
ولی آخر بر شرمندگی داد

English translation

The scribe of the pen, from the ancient master, In this book thus delivered the tale:

When Joseph raised his head in beauty, He filled Jacob's heart with delight.

Like the pupil of his eye, he dwelt within his sight, And Jacob closed his eyes to his other sons.

He showed Joseph such abundant kindness That their envy of him increased at every moment.

There was a tree in the courtyard of his dwelling, Adding joy through its greenness and loveliness.

Like the green-robed inhabitants of monasteries, It moved swiftly, ecstatic and full of clamor.

Standing firm in the station of uprightness, It cast the shadow of its grace upon the ground.

For glorification, every leaf possessed a tongue; God preserve us—what a wondrous chanter of praise!

Its branches rose beyond this turquoise palace, And angels became the sparrows upon its boughs.

For every child whom the Lord granted him, From that flourishing, Sidrah-like tree,

At that very moment a fresh branch would sprout, Rising until its tip matched the child's height.

When the child set foot upon the path of maturity, Jacob would place that green staff in his hand.

Except for Joseph: through the favor of his fortune, No staff from that tree was worthy of him.

He was a sapling from the garden of the soul; it was unfitting That a wooden branch should stand as his equal.

One night, hidden from his brothers, he said to his father: O you whose striving arm is joined with victory,

Pray that the guardian of my affairs and cultivation May cause a staff to grow for me from Paradise,

So that from the days of youth until old age, Wherever I fall, it may lend me a helping hand,

And in the arena of combat and play, May exalt me above every brother.

His father turned to God in supplication And prayed for Joseph's sake.

From the Sidrah came a messenger of the Everlasting King, Bearing in his hand a green staff of emerald.

It had suffered neither the wound of time's adze Nor the hardship of the ages' saw.

Strong in power, precious yet light in weight, It was unstained by the disgrace of oil or paint.

He brought the message: This is divine bounty; It is the pillar of the pavilion of kingship.

When Joseph became mighty-handed through that gift, He broke the backs of the envious with longing.

In their eyes, that staff in his hand Weighed more heavily than a hundred cudgels.

Each fashioned a fantasy within himself because of it And planted a sapling of envy in his heart.

At first, that sapling gave their nature renewed vitality, But in the end, it yielded nothing but shame.

Updated 2026-07-18

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