1Cademy - بخش ۳۳ - بردن برادران یوسف را از پیش پدر و در راه هدایت خود چاه ضلالت کندن و وی را بی هیچ جنایت در چاه افکندن / Section 33 - The Brothers Taking Joseph Away from His Father, Digging the Well of Misguidance on the Path of Their Own Guidance, and Casting Him into the Well Though He Had Committed No Offense

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بخش ۳۳ - بردن برادران یوسف را از پیش پدر و در راه هدایت خود چاه ضلالت کندن و وی را بی هیچ جنایت در چاه افکندن / Section 33 - The Brothers Taking Joseph Away from His Father, Digging the Well of Misguidance on the Path of Their Own Guidance, and Casting Him into the Well Though He Had Committed No Offense

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فغان زین چرخ دولابی که هر روز
به چاهی افکند ماهی دل افروز

غزالی در ریاض جان چرنده
نهد در پنجه گرگ درنده

چو یوسف را به آن گرگان سپردند
فلک گفتا که گرگان بره بردند

به چشمان پدر تا می نمودند
ز یکدیگر به مهرش می ربودند

گهی آن بر سر دوشش گرفتی
گه این تنگ اندر آغوشش گرفتی

چو پا بر دامن صحرا نهادند
بر او دست جفا کاری گشادند

ز دوش مرحمتبارش فکندند
میان خاره و خارش فکندند

برهنه پا قدم بر خار می زد
به گل از خار و خس مسمار می زد

فکنده کفش ره بر خاره می کرد
کف سیمین ز خاره پاره می کرد

کف پایی که می بودش ز گل ننگ
ز خون در خار و خارا گشت گلرنگ

چو ماندی پس ازان ده سخت پنجه
طپانچه کردیش رخساره رنجه

به تیغ قطع باد آن دست کوتاه
که سرپنجه زند با پنجه ماه

چو رفتی پیش کردی خم سیلی
قفایش چون رخ بدخواه نیلی

ببسته از فقا اولیست دستی
که بیند آن قفا از وی شکستی

چو با ایشان شدی پهلو به پهلو
رسیدی مالش گوشش ز هر سو

کسی کان گوش را مالد به انگشت
جز انگشتش مبادا هیچ در مشت

به زاری هر که را دامن کشیدی
به بیزاری گریبانش دریدی

به گریه هر که را در پا فتادی
به خنده بر سر او پا نهادی

به ناله هر که را آواز کردی
نواهای مخالف ساز کردی

چو شد نومید ازیشان گریه برداشت
ز خون دیده بر گل لاله می کاشت

گهی در خون و گه در خاک می خفت
ز اندوه دل صد چاک می گفت

کجایی ای پدر آخر کجایی
ز حال من چنین غافل چرایی

بیا بنگر کنیزک زادگان را
ز راه عقل و دین افتادگان را

که با کام دلت در دل چه دارند
حق الطاف تو چون می گذارند

گلی کز روضه جانت دمیده ست
بر او باران احسانت چکیده ست

چنان از تشنگی در تاب مانده
که نی رنگ اندر او نی آب مانده

نهال نازپرورد بهشتی
که در بستانسرای عمر کشتی

چنان از باد جور افتاده بر خاک
کزو جوید بلندی خار و خاشاک

مهی کز وی شبت را نور بودی
ز ظلمت های دوران دور بودی

رسیدش از فلک زانسان وبالی
که جوید لمعه نور از هلالی

بدینسان بود حالش تا سه فرسنگ
ازو صلح و وزآن سنگین دلان جنگ

ازو نرمی و زیشان سخترویی
ازو گرمی و زیشان سرد گویی

ز ناگه بر لب چاهی رسیدند
ز رفتن بر لب چاه آرمیدند

چهی چون گور ظالم تنگ و تیره
ز تاریکیش چشم عقل خیره

لب او چون دهان اژدهایی
پی قوت از برون مردم ربایی

درونش چون درون مردم آزار
برای مردم آزاری پر از مار

مدار نقطه اندوه دورش
برون از طاقت اندیشه غورش

محیطش پر کدورت مرکزش دور
هوایش پر عفونت چشمه اش شور

نفس زن گر در او یکدم نشستی
نفس را بر نفس زن ره ببستی

چو ایشان دفع آن گلچهره مه را
پسندیدند آن نابهره چه را

دگر بار از جفاشان داد برداشت
به نوعی ناله و فریاد برداشت

که گر آن سنگ را معلوم گشتی
ز سوزش نرمتر از موم گشتی

ولی آن ساز تیزآهنگ تر شد
دل چون سنگ ایشان سنگ تر شد

چه گویم کز جفا ایشان چه کردند
دلم ندهد که گویم آنچه کردند

بر آن ساعد که گر بر وی رسیدی
حریر خلد ازان آزار دیدی

رسن بستند از موی بز و میش
بر او شد هر سر مویی یکی نیش

میانش را که بودی موی مانند
به پشمین ریسمان دادند پیوند

کشیدند از بدن پیراهن او
چو گل از غنچه عریان شد تن او

به قد خود بریدند از ملامت
لباسی تا به دامان قیامت

فرو آویختند آنگه به چاهش
در آب انداختند از نیمه راهش

ز خوبی بود خورشید جهانتاب
فکندش چرخ چون خورشید در آب

برون از آب در چه بود سنگی
نشیمن ساخت آن را بی درنگی

چه دولت یافت آخر بنگر آن سنگ
که کان گوهری شد بس گرانسنگ

ز لعل بی گدازش شکر آیین
شد آن شورابه همچون شهد شیرین

شد از نور رخش آن چاه روشن
چو شب روی زمین از ماه روشن

شمیم گیسوان عطر سایش
عفونت را برون برد از هوایش

ز فر طلعت او هر گزنده
سوی سوراخ دیگر شد خزنده

به تعویذ اندرش پیراهنی بود
که جدش را ز آتش مأمنی بود

فرستادش به ابراهیم رضوان
ازان رو شد برا و آتش گلستان

رسید از سدره جبریل امین زود
ز بازوی وی آن تعویذ بگشود

برون آورد از آنجا پیرهن را
بدان پوشید آن پاکیزه تن را

ازان پس گفت ای مهجور غمناک
پیامت می رساند ایزد پاک

که روزی این خیانت پیشگان را
گروه ناصواب اندیشگان را

ز تو دلریش تر پیشت رسانم
فکنده پیش سر پیشت نشانم

بر ایشان این جفاها را شماری
وزیشان حال خود پوشیده داری

تو دانی مو به مو کایشان کیانند
سر مویی تو را ایشان ندانند

ز جبریل این سخن یوسف چو بشنود
ز رنج و محنت اخوان برآسود

نمود آن تخته سنگش تختگاهی
نشست آنجا چو نیکو بخت شاهی

به تسکین دادن جان حزینش
ندیم خاص شد روح الأمینش

English translation

Alas for this wheel-like turning sphere, which every day Casts a heart-illuminating moon into a well;

It places a gazelle grazing in the gardens of the soul Within the claws of a ravening wolf.

When they entrusted Joseph to those wolves, Heaven said: The wolves have carried off the lamb.

As long as they remained within their father's sight, They affectionately snatched him from one another.

Now one would lift him upon his shoulder; Now another would clasp him tightly in his arms.

But when they set foot upon the skirt of the plain, They opened the hand of cruelty against him.

They threw him down from their mercy-bearing shoulders And cast him among hard stones and thorns.

Barefoot, he stepped upon the thorns, Driving nails of thorn and straw into the rose of his foot.

Having thrown away his shoes, he traveled over the rocks, And the silvery palms of his feet were torn by stone.

The sole that would have disdained even a rose Became rose-colored with blood among thorns and rocks.

Whenever he fell behind those ten hard-fisted men, They distressed his face with blows.

May the sword of severance cut off that stunted hand Which strikes with its fist the face of the moon.

Whenever he went ahead, they bent their palms in slaps, Making the nape of his neck blue like an enemy's face.

A hand bound behind the back would better suit The one by whom that neck suffered injury.

Whenever he walked shoulder to shoulder with them, His ears were twisted from every side.

Whoever twists that ear with his finger, May nothing but that finger remain within his fist.

Whomever he imploringly grasped by the skirt Scornfully tore his collar.

At whomever's feet he fell weeping Laughingly placed a foot upon his head.

Whomever he called with lamentation Played discordant melodies in reply.

When he despaired of them, he began to weep, Planting tulips upon the rose with the blood of his eyes.

Now he lay in blood and now in dust, Speaking from the anguish of his hundred-riven heart:

Where are you, Father? Where are you at last? Why are you so unaware of my condition?

Come and behold these sons of bondwomen, Who have fallen away from the path of reason and faith.

See what they harbor in their hearts against your heart's desire, And how they repay the right of all your kindnesses.

A flower that blossomed from the garden of your soul, Upon which the rain of your beneficence has fallen,

Has been left writhing so fiercely from thirst That neither color nor moisture remains in it.

The tenderly nurtured sapling of paradise That you planted in the garden court of life

Has been cast upon the dust by the wind of tyranny, So that thorns and straw seek elevation over it.

A moon that gave light to your night And kept it far from the darknesses of time

Has suffered such affliction from heaven That it must seek a glimmer of light from a crescent.

Thus was his condition for three leagues: Peace from him, and war from those stony-hearted men;

Gentleness from him and harshness from them, Warmth from him and cold speech from them.

Suddenly they reached the brink of a well And rested from their journey at its edge.

A well as narrow and dark as a tyrant's grave, At whose darkness the eye of reason was bewildered.

Its rim was like the mouth of a dragon, Snatching people from outside to serve as food.

Its interior was like the heart of one who harms people, Full of snakes for the tormenting of humankind.

Its circumference was the orbit of the point of sorrow; Its depth lay beyond the power of thought.

Its surrounding space was full of murk and its center remote; Its air was foul and its spring was briny.

If a breathing creature sat within it for a moment, It barred the passage of breath from that creature.

When they chose that worthless well For disposing of the moon with the flower-like face,

He again cried out against their cruelty And raised lamentation and wailing in such a way

That, had the stone understood his words, Their burning grief would have made it softer than wax.

But their tune became still more piercing, And their stone-like hearts grew harder than stone.

What can I say of the cruelty they committed? My heart does not permit me to tell what they did.

Around that forearm which, if touched, Would have caused paradise's silk to feel pain,

They bound a rope made from the hair of goats and sheep; Every strand became a separate thorn against him.

His waist, which was itself as slender as a hair, They joined to a woolen rope.

They pulled the shirt from his body, And his body emerged naked like a rose from the bud.

By their blame they cut to the measure of his stature A garment reaching to the skirt of eternity.

Then they lowered him into the well And dropped him into the water halfway down.

Through his beauty he was the world-illuminating sun; The sphere cast him like the sun into the water.

Above the water in the well there was a stone; Without delay, he made it his seat.

Behold what fortune that stone ultimately attained: It became the mine of a most precious jewel.

Through the sugar-like sweetness of his unfused ruby lips, That briny water became as sweet as honey.

Through the light of his face, the well grew bright, As the earth's surface at night is illumined by the moon.

The fragrance of his perfume-scattering tresses Drove the foulness from its air.

Through the splendor of his countenance, every stinging creature Crawled away into another hole.

Inside his amulet there was a shirt That had once been a refuge from fire for his forefather.

Ridwan had sent it to Abraham; Because of it, the fire became a rose garden for him.

Gabriel the Trustworthy swiftly came from the Lote Tree And opened that amulet from Joseph's arm.

He brought the shirt out from within it And clothed that pure body with it.

Then he said: O sorrowful exile, The Pure God sends you this message:

One day I shall bring these perpetrators of treachery, This company of wrong-thinking men, before you,

More brokenhearted than you are now; I shall place them before you with bowed heads.

You will recount these cruelties to them While concealing your own identity from them.

You will know, hair by hair, exactly who they are, While they will not recognize you by so much as a hair.

When Joseph heard these words from Gabriel, He found relief from the suffering and torment caused by his brothers.

He made that slab of stone into a throne And sat there like a king of blessed fortune.

To soothe his sorrowful soul, The Faithful Spirit became his intimate companion.

Updated 2026-07-18

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