1Cademy - بخش ۳۵ - صفت تابستان و خبر یافتن مجنون از رفتن لیلی به حج و همراه شدن با قافله وی / Section 35 - The Description of Summer and Majnun Learning of Laylas Departure for the Hajj, and His Joining Her Caravan

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بخش ۳۵ - صفت تابستان و خبر یافتن مجنون از رفتن لیلی به حج و همراه شدن با قافله وی / Section 35 - The Description of Summer and Majnun Learning of Layla's Departure for the Hajj, and His Joining Her Caravan

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سیاح حدود این ولایت
نظام عقود این حکایت

زین قصه روایت اینچنین کرد
کان خاک نشیمن زمین گرد

نخجیر دره گوزن بیشه
نخجیر و گوزن تگ همیشه

چون ماند ز طوف کوی لیلی
وز گام زدن به سوی لیلی

آشفته و بی قرار می گشت
شوریده به هر دیار می گشت

از چهره به خون غبار می شست
سرگشته نشان یار می جست

هر جا می دید کاروانی
پیدا می کرد کاردانی

می سوخت ز درد و داغ جانان
می کرد ز وی سراغ جانان

رزی که سموم نیمروزی
برخاست به کوه و دشت سوزی

شد دشت ز ریگ و سنگپاره
طشتی پر از اخگر و شراره

حلقه شده مار ازو به هر سوی
زانسان که بر آتش اوفتد موی

گر گور به دشت رو نهادی
گامی به زمین او نهادی

چون نعل ستور راهپیمای
پر آبله گشتیش کف پای

گیتی ز هوای گرم ناخوش
تفسان چو تنوره ای ز آتش

هر کوه گران در آن تنوره
ریزان از هم چو سنگ نوره

هر چشمه به کوه در خروشان
سنگین دیگی پر آب خوشان

کردی ماهی ز آب لابه
با روغن داغ و روی تابه

هر تخته سنگ داشت بر خوان
نخجیر کباب و کبک بریان

از سایه گوزن دل بریده
در سایه شاخ خود خزیده

بیچاره پلنگ از تف و تاب
در پای درخت سایه نایاب

افتاده چو سایه درختی
ظلمت لختی و نور لختی

گشته به گمان سایه نخجیر
ز آسیمه سری به وی پنه گیر

آن روز به هر دره که سیلی
کرد از بالا به زیر میلی

آن سیل نبود از نم میغ
بود آن شده آب کوه را تیغ

مجنون رمیده در چنین روز
انگشت شده ز بس تف و سوز

زو شعله دل زبانه می زد
آتش به همه زمانه می زد

آرام نمی گرفت یک جای
می سوخت بر آتشش مرگ پای

ناگاه چو لاله داغ بر دل
بالای تلی گرفت منزل

انداخت به هر طرف نگاهی
از دور بدید خیمه گاهی

خیمه زده جوق جوق مردم
گشته چو فلک زمین پر انجم

برجست و نفیر آه برداشت
ره جانب خیمه گاه برداشت

آنجا چو رسید از کناری
بیرون آمد شترسواری

بر وی سر ره گرفت مجنون
کای طلعت تو به فال میمون

این قافله روی در کجایند
محمل به کجا همی گشایند

آن جوق کدام وین کدام است
آن قوم چه نام وین چه نام است

آن ناقه سوار بی شتابی
می گفت ز یک یکش جوابی

گفتا همه روی در حجازند
بر نیت حج بسیچ سازند

پرسید در آن میان ز خیلی
گفتا لیلی و آل لیلی

مسکین چو شنید از وی این نام
زان گفت و شنو گرفت آرام

از گرد وجود خویشتن پاک
افتاد به سان سایه بر خاک

بعد از چندی ز خاک برخاست
از هستی خویش پاک برخاست

احرام حجاز بست با یار
از بی یاری برست با یار

لیلی می راند محمل خویش
مجنون از دور با دل ریش

می رفت رهی به آن درازی
با محمل او به عشقبازی

می بود دلش به ناله زار
بربسته به محملش جرس وار

هر بار که محملش بدیدی
افغان چو درای برکشیدی

گفتی که چه حاجتش به محمل
این بس که مرا نشسته در دل

محمل که بر آن دو رخ حجاب است
محمل نه که برج آفتاب است

کو بخت که بر چو من خرابی
زین برج بتابد آفتابی

گردم فارغ ز هوش و تمییز
در پرتو آن چو ذره ناچیز

محمل کش او چو ناقه راندی
وز ناقه نشان پا بماندی

مجنون ز قفا بایستادی
بوسه به نشان پاش دادی

وز روی چو زر به زر گرفتی
وز هر مژه در گهر گرفتی

کین مانده به ره نشان یار است
وز ناقه دوست یادگار است

گر یار به دست نیست باری
گیرم به نشان او قراری

مسکین عاشق به عاشقی بند
از دوست بود به هیچ خرسند

گر یار به وصل در نسازد
با او به خیال عشق بازد

از پایش اگر اثر نیابد
بر خاک رهش به پی شتابد

زان دور که پای وی ببوسد
نایافته پای پی ببوسد

جامی بنگر که در چه کاری
وز دوست به دست خود چه داری

عالم همه مست جام اویند
دل کرده شکار دام اویند

هر یک شده مست آرزویی
آن مست به رنگ وین به بویی

او خورشیدیست عرش پایه
از وی همه عرش و فرش سایه

می دار نظر به سایه دوست
لیکن زان رو که سایه اوست

در سایه مدار روی امید
زانسان که شود حجاب خورشید

از تیرگی حجاب بگذر
وز سایه در آفتاب بنگر

English translation

The traveler of the bounds of this land, the arranger of the knots of this tale, narrated from this story thus: that dust-dweller, roaming the earth, the prey of the valley, the deer of the thicket, prey and deer forever running, when he was barred from circling Layla's quarter and from stepping toward Layla, distraught and restless he wandered, frenzied he roamed through every land. He washed the dust from his face with blood, bewildered, he sought a sign of the beloved. Wherever he saw a caravan, he would display his discernment, burning from the pain and brand of the beloved, asking it for news of the beloved.

A day when the noonday scorching wind rose, searing mountain and plain; the plain of sand and stone-shards became a basin full of embers and sparks. The snakes coiled up on every side, like a hair falling upon fire. If a wild ass set its face to the plain and set a single step upon its ground, like the hoof of a traveling beast the sole of its foot grew full of blisters. The world, wretched from the burning air, blazed like a furnace of fire. Every heavy mountain in that furnace crumbled apart like limestone. Every spring roaring in the mountain was a heavy cauldron full of boiling water; the fish would plead from the water, faced with hot oil and the frying pan. Every slab of stone held on its table roasted game and grilled partridge. The deer, despairing of shade, crept into the shade of its own antlers; the wretched leopard, from the heat and blaze, found no shade at the foot of the tree. Fallen like the shade of a tree, part darkness and part light, the prey, mistaking it for shade, in bewilderment took refuge in it. That day, in every valley where a torrent inclined from above down below, that flood was not from the moisture of clouds; it was the mountain's water turned to a blade.

Majnun, gone wild on such a day, was worn thin as a finger from so much heat and burning. From him the flame of the heart flared up, setting fire to all the age. He found no rest in a single place; restlessness burned upon his fire. Suddenly, like a tulip with a brand on its heart, he took lodging atop a hill. He cast a glance in every direction and from afar he saw an encampment, people pitched in throngs of tents, the earth, like the sky, grown full of stars. He leapt up and raised a cry of lament and took the road toward the encampment. When he arrived there, from one side a camel-rider came out. Majnun blocked his path, saying, 'O you whose face is of blessed omen, where is this caravan headed? Where are they setting down their litters? Which throng is that, and which is this? What is that tribe's name, and what is this one's?' That camel-rider, without haste, gave an answer to each of his questions. He said, 'They are all bound for the Hijaz, preparing with the intention of the Hajj.' He asked among them about a certain company; he said, 'Layla, and Layla's kin.' The wretched one, when he heard this name from him, found rest from that speaking and hearing. Cleansed of the dust of his own being, he fell like a shadow upon the earth. After a while he rose from the dust, rose cleansed of his own existence. He donned the ihram of the Hijaz with the beloved; from friendlessness he was saved by the beloved.

Layla drove on her litter, Majnun from afar with wounded heart. He traveled a road of such great length, making love with her litter. His heart was in piteous lament, bound to her litter like a bell. Each time he beheld her litter, he raised a cry like a caravan bell. He said, 'What need has she of a litter? It is enough that she is seated in my heart. The litter that veils those two cheeks is no litter but the constellation of the sun. Where is the fortune that upon a ruin like me a sun would shine from this constellation, so that I would be freed of sense and discernment, in its ray like an insignificant mote?' When her litter-driver drove on the camel and a footprint remained from the camel, Majnun would halt behind and give a kiss to its footprint, and with his face like gold he took to the dust, and from each eyelash he gathered pearls, saying, 'This print left on the road is the beloved's sign, a keepsake from the friend's camel. If the beloved is not at hand, at least I take some rest in her sign.' The wretched lover, bound to loving, is content with even nothing from the beloved. If the beloved does not consent to union, he plays at love with her image. If he finds no trace of her foot, he hastens on foot upon the dust of her road; in that distance where he would kiss her foot, not finding the foot, he kisses the footprint.

Jami, behold what work you are in, and what you hold of the Friend by your own hand. All the world is drunk with His cup, the heart made prey to His snare. Each has become drunk with some desire, that one with a color, this one with a scent. He is a sun of throne-rank; from Him all heaven and earth are shadow. Keep your gaze upon the Friend's shadow, but only because it is His shadow. Do not set the face of hope upon the shadow, lest it become a veil over the sun. Pass beyond the darkness of the veil, and from the shadow gaze into the sun.

Updated 2026-07-19

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