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بخش ۳۹ - زیادت شدن اندوه مجنون از شوهر کردن لیلی و از انسیان بگسستن و با وحشیان پیوستن / Section 39 - The Increase of Majnun's Grief from Layla's Marriage, and His Breaking Away from Human Company and Joining with the Wild Beasts

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آن عاشق از خرد رمیده
زاندیشه نیک و بد رهیده

از مستی عشق بود مجنون
دادش به میان مستی افیون

داغی ز فراق یار بودش
یک داغ دگر بر آن فزودش

لیکن داغی فزون ز هر داغ
آشفت ز عشق داغ بر داغ

واکرد ز انس ناکسان خوی
وآورد به سوی وحشیان روی

از کین کسان چو شست سینه
با او دگری نجست کینه

با وی همه وحش رام گشتند
در انس به وی تمام گشتند

می رفت به کوه و دشت چون شاه
با او سپه وحوش همراه

بنهاده به پای هر درختی
بودش از ریگ و سنگ تختی

چون بر سر تخت خود نشستی
گردش دد و دام حلقه بستی

از پرتو عدل شه بر ایشان
بودند به هم ز صلح کیشان

آهو از گرگ رم نکردی
نخجیر ز شیر غم نخوردی

نخجیر به ره ز لعب سازی
کردی به دم پلنگ بازی

رفتندی چون شدی ره اندیش
گوران چو جنیبتش پس و پیش

بودی چو قدم زدی به هر راه
جاروب کشیش کار روباه

تا بنشاندی ز ره تف و تاب
از اشک خودش زدی گوزن آب

بالای سرش ز چتر داری
زاغان سیه به حق گزاری

ور زانکه شدی گهیش میلی
تا نامه کند به سوی لیلی

آهو قلمش ز ساق دادی
وز جلد سرین ورق گشادی

بردیش به رسم نیکخواهی
از چشم سیاه خود سیاهی

می رفت چنین نشید خوانان
از دیده سرشک لعل رانان

وآهو بچگان به خیر و خوبی
پیش قدمش به پایکوبی

ناگاه به روضه ای رسیدند
وز دور جماعتی بدیدند

از سبزه به زیر پا بساطی
چون لاله ز جام می نشاطی

مجنون از دور ره بگرداند
زیشان خطر سپه بگرداند

زان قوم یکی شناخت او را
وز ساز ثنا نواخت او را

کای سرور عاشقان شیدا
در روی تو نور عشق پیدا

وی خانه خراب این خرابات
رسته ز قبیله و قرابات

وی راهسپر به پای تجرید
تنها رو تنگنای تفرید

وی فرق دو نیم تیغ اندوه
بنشسته به زیر تیغ چون کوه

سوگند به آنکه مست اویی
نی پا و نه سر ز دست اویی

سوگند به آنکه زندگانی
جز دولت وصل او ندانی

سوگند به لعل آبدارش
سوگند به جعد تابدارش

سوگند به آهوان مستش
جادومنشان می پرستش

سوگند به آن دو ابر مه پوش
کش جای گرفته بر بناگوش

کز ما مگذر بدین روانی
بر ما مشکن ز دل گرانی

دیریست که ما شکسته ای چند
هستیم به وصلت آرزومند

تا گردان است دور عالم
امروز رسیده ایم با هم

نبود پس ازین بریدن ما
معلوم به هم رسیدن ما

پیش آ که به هم دمی برآریم
با یکدیگر غمی گذاریم

مجنون چو نیازمندیش دید
وآیین رضا پسندیش دید

بگذاشت به جای خود سپه را
بر مجلسیان فکنده ره را

پرسید که این چه سرزمین است
کش خاک به نرخ مشک چین است

گفتند نواحی حجاز است
رحلتگه هر که پاکباز است

لیلی صد بار محمل اینجا
رانده ست گرفته منزل اینجا

با همقدمان خود درین جای
مشکین دامان کشیده در پای

این خاک که همچو مشک خوشبوست
از مشک افشانی دامن اوست

مجنون چو شنید این سخن را
بر جای ندید خویشتن را

خود را به زمین چو سایه انداخت
بانگی زد و این نشید پرداخت

کای همنفسان کزین دیارید
وز دلبر من سخن گزارید

جان من و دل فدایتان باد
سر خاک به زیر پایتان باد

اینجا نه هوای کعبه دارم
نی نیت آنکه حج گزارم

مقصوم ازین طواف لیلی ست
باقی همه پیش او طفیلی ست

نتوان چو به کوی او گذشتن
سودی نکند به کعبه گشتن

حج همه عمره دیدن اوست
بی او حج و عمره ام نه نیکوست

تیر وصلش برون ز جعبه
سرگردانیست طوف کعبه

من تشنه او به وادی غم
کی آب خورم ز چاه زمزم

با زمزمه غم ویم شاد
ناید ز زلال زمزمم یاد

آن زمزمه بر زبان چو رانم
از هر مژه زمزمی فشانم

در هر منزل که می زنم گام
زان گام وصال او بود کام

هر جا که نه روی او چراغ است
گر باغ ارم بود که داغ است

لیلی ست ز هر سفر مرادم
نی طالب سلمی و سعادم

تا با غم او شدم هم آغوش
کردم ز دگر بتان فراموش

دانای منازل و مراحل
زین وادی جانگداز هایل

گاهی که شود فسانه پرداز
از پرده چنین برون دهد راز

کان طاق ز لطف و با ستم جفت
از لیلی و جفت چون سخن گفت

جوری که رود ز دوست بر من
آن را مکشاد هیچ دشمن

انداخت مرا به خردسالی
در پنجه عشق لاابالی

بگذشت ز زور پنجه عشق
عمرم همه در شکنجه عشق

امروز که نوبت وصال است
جانم ز فراق در وبال است

آن سکه به نام دیگری شد
وان لقمه به کام دیگری شد

او همدم یار و من چنین دور
او واصل و من غریب و مهجور

این گفت و جبین به خاک مالید
وز سینه چاک چاک نالید

خوناب جگر ز دیده بگشاد
چندانکه ز گریه بی خود افتاد

شب را که ز بی خودی درآمد
گردون به لباس دیگر آمد

شد یکرنگی او دورنگی
با حیله شیریش پلنگی

از حلقه همدمان برون جست
با گور و گوزن خویش پیوست

جان بی جانان رسیده بر لب
شب برد به سر چنانکه هر شب

English translation

That lover, fled from reason, freed from the thought of good and evil— from the intoxication of love he was Majnun; amid that drunkenness opium was given him. A brand from parting with the beloved was his; yet another brand was added upon it. But a brand greater than every brand— from love he raved, brand upon brand. He cast off the habit of consorting with base folk and turned his face toward the wild beasts. When he cleansed his breast of enmity toward people, no other sought any quarrel with him. All the wild beasts grew tame with him and became wholly intimate with him. He went over mountain and plain like a king, with an army of beasts accompanying him. Set at the foot of every tree he had a throne of sand and stone. When he sat upon his throne, beasts and creatures ringed him round. From the radiance of the king's justice upon them, they were all of one creed of peace together. The gazelle did not flee from the wolf, the prey took no grief from the lion. The prey on the road, in its playfulness, would toy with the leopard's tail. When he set to pondering the road, the wild asses went like his led horses, before and behind. When he stepped upon any road, the fox's task was to sweep before him. To lay the heat and dust of the way, the deer would sprinkle water from its own tears. Above his head, holding a canopy, the black crows performed their duty. And if at times an inclination came to him to write a letter to Layla, the gazelle would give him a pen from its shank and open a page from the skin of its haunch; it brought him, as a token of goodwill, blackness from its own black eye. Thus he went along, chanting songs, driving ruby tears from his eyes, while the fawns, in goodness and grace, danced before his steps. Suddenly they came upon a meadow and saw from afar a company: of greenery beneath their feet a carpet, like the tulip, merry from the cup of wine. Majnun from afar turned the road aside; to spare them peril, he turned the army away. One of that people recognized him and greeted him with the strains of praise, saying: O chief of frenzied lovers, in your face the light of love is manifest; O you whose house lies ruined in this tavern, freed from tribe and kinsfolk; O wayfarer on the foot of detachment, walking alone the strait of solitude; O you whose head is cleft in two by the sword of grief, seated beneath that sword like a mountain— by Him by whom you are intoxicated, neither foot nor head is in your own hands; by that one for whom you know no life save the fortune of union with her; by her lustrous ruby lip, by her twisting, curling tresses; by her intoxicated gazelle eyes, those sorcerous, wine-worshipping ones; by those two moon-veiling brows that have taken their place upon her temples— do not pass us by so swiftly, do not break upon us with a heavy heart. Long it is that we, a few broken ones, have been longing for union with you. As long as the turning of the world revolves, today we have come together; after this our parting, our meeting again is not assured. Come forward, that we may draw a breath together and pass a grief with one another. When Majnun saw his neediness and saw his agreeable, contented manner, he left the army in its place and made his way toward the gathered company. He asked: What land is this, whose earth is priced at the rate of Chinese musk? They said: These are the marches of Hijaz, the halting-place of every pure-hearted one. Layla a hundred times has driven her litter here and taken lodging here; with her companions in this place she has trailed her musky skirt underfoot. This earth, fragrant as musk, is from the musk-scattering of her hem. When Majnun heard this speech he could no longer contain himself. He cast himself upon the ground like a shadow, gave a cry, and composed this song: O companions who are of this land and who speak of my beloved, may my soul and heart be your sacrifice, may my head be earth beneath your feet. Here I have no longing for the Kaaba, nor the intention to perform the Hajj; my sole aim in this circling is Layla, and all the rest, beside her, is but trifling. When one may pass by her lane, circling the Kaaba brings no gain; the whole Hajj is the lesser pilgrimage of seeing her— without her my Hajj and Umra are not good. With the arrow of union with her out of the quiver, circling the Kaaba is mere bewilderment. I, athirst for her in the valley of grief— when should I drink from the well of Zamzam? I am glad with the murmur of grief for her; no thought of pure Zamzam comes to me. When I let that murmur run upon my tongue, from every lash I scatter a Zamzam. At every stage where I set my step, from that step my desire is union with her. Wherever her face is not the lamp, were it the Garden of Iram, it is a brand of woe. Layla is my aim in every journey; I seek neither Salma nor Su'ad. Since I embraced grief for her, I have forgotten all other idols. The one who knows the stages and stations of this soul-consuming, dreadful valley, when at times he turns tale-teller, from behind the veil reveals the secret thus: that one, peerless in grace yet paired with cruelty, when he spoke of Layla and her spouse— the tyranny that comes upon me from the beloved, may no enemy ever endure it. In my childhood he cast me into the grip of reckless love; my whole life passed, through the force of love's grip, in the torment of love. Today, when it is the turn of union, my soul is in anguish from separation. That coin was struck in another's name, and that morsel went to another's palate. He is the beloved's companion, and I so far; he is united, and I a stranger, forsaken. He said this and rubbed his brow in the dust and moaned from his rent, torn breast. He loosed the liver's blood from his eyes until from weeping he fell senseless. When night came upon him from that swoon, the heavens came in another garb; his single hue turned two-hued, and the whiteness of his milk took on leopard-spots. He sprang out from the ring of companions and joined his own wild asses and deer; with his soul, bereft of the beloved, come to his lips, he passed the night to its end, as every night.

Updated 2026-07-19

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