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بخش ۶۲ - خریدن تاجر تحفه را و به خانه بردن و جذبه رسیدن مر او را / Section 62 - The Merchant Buying Tohfeh, Taking Her Home, and Her Being Overcome by Divine Attraction

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تاجر القصه شد عزایم خوان
بهر تسخیر آن پری سوی خان

دیده چون از رخش منور یافت
دیده را از شنیده بهتر یافت

دید ماهی عجب رباینده
برتر از مدحت ستاینده

صد خریدار پیشش استاده
بیع او در مزاد افتاده

تاجر از جمله پای پیش نهاد
کرد بر هر چه هر که گفت مزاد

تا درآورد عاقبت به شمار
از درم در بهاش بیست هزار

فتنه عالمی خرید و ببرد
خانه ویرانگری به خانه سپرد

روزگاری حریف او می بود
به غنا و نوا و رود و سرود

لیک می دید ازو ربودگیی
واندر آن هر دمش فزودگیی

تا یکی روز بر گرفت آهنگ
به نوای لب و نوازش چنگ

گفت کای غمگسار غمخواران
مرهم سینه دل افگاران

همدم ناله سحر خیزان
رازدار ز دیده خونریزان

دستگیر فتادگان از پای
ره به جا آر رفتگان از جای

جای در پرده دلم کردی
پرده خلق منزلم کردی

عشق تو شعله زد ز خرمن من
بکش از دست خلق دامن من

نیست جز بندگیت زندگیم
بند هر کس مکن به بندگیم

به جمال و کمال تو سوگند
که مرا تا غمت به دام افکند

غم دیگر نیافت ره به دلم
تخم دیگر نرست ز آب و گلم

آنچنان پر شد از توام رگ و پی
که شود پر سبوی و خم از می

تو کس بی کسان و من بی کس
بی کسی را به غور کار برس

از کف این و آن خلاصم کن
به کرم های خویش خاصم کن

این بگفت و فتاد در گریه
خون ز مژگان گشاد در گریه

گشت از چنگ خود کنار گزین
برگرفت از کنار و زد به زمین

آنچه بودی ز آرزو پیوست
در کنارش چو آرزو بشکست

تاجر و هر که بود با تاجر
اندر آن بزم دلگشا حاضر

همه گفتند کش ز زیبایی
در سر افتاده است سودایی

عشق ماهی چنین رهش زده است
زخم بر جان آگهش زده است

لیک هر چند گفت و گو کردند
از چپ و راست جست و جو کردند

هیچ روشن نشد که آن مه کیست
وانکه بر وی زد از بتان ره کیست

قرب یک سال آنچنان می بود
همدم گریه و فغان می بود

نه به شب خواب و نی به روز قرار
نه ز لب خنده نز زبان گفتار

از طعام و شراب بست دهان
تاجر از حال او رسید به جان

در بسی کار آزمونش کرد
عاقبت جزم بر جنونش کرد

بردش از قصر چون نگارستان
همچو دیوانگان به مارستان

دل به ناکام بر جفاش نهاد
بند آهن به دست و پاش نهاد

او هم آنجا ز دیده خون می راند
شعرها حسب حال خود می خواند

اشکریزان ترانه ای می گفت
غزل عاشقانه ای می گفت

English translation

In short, the merchant became a reader of incantations, Heading to the inn to conquer that fairy-like beauty. When his eyes were illuminated by her face, He found seeing her to be far better than hearing about her. He saw a wondrous, captivating moon, Far beyond any praiser's eulogy. A hundred buyers stood before her, And her sale had fallen into an auction. The merchant stepped forward ahead of everyone, Raising the bid on whatever anyone said. Until finally, the count of dirhams For her price reached twenty thousand. He bought that world-disrupting beauty and took her away; He entrusted a home-destroyer to his home. For a while, he was her companion In wealth, songs, lutes, and music. But he observed in her a state of distraction (ecstasy), Which grew stronger with every passing moment. Until one day, she began to sing, Playing the harp and using her voice: She said, 'O comforter of the sorrowful, O balm for the wounded hearts! O companion of the laments of the early risers, O keeper of the secrets of those whose eyes weep blood! O helper of those who have fallen down, O guide for those who have lost their way! You have made your place within the veil of my heart, And made the veil of creation my dwelling. Your love has set fire to my harvest; Pull my skirt away from the hands of the people. My life is nothing but servitude to You; Do not bind me to anyone else's servitude under the guise of my servitude. I swear by Your beauty and perfection That ever since Your sorrow ensnared me, No other sorrow has found a way into my heart, And no other seed has grown from my water and clay. My veins and muscles have become so filled with You, Just as a jug and a vat are filled with wine. You are the companion of the companionless, and I am companionless; Attend to the depth of my companionlessness. Release me from the hands of this one and that one, And distinguish me through Your bounties.' She said this and fell to weeping, Shedding blood from her eyelashes in her tears. She set aside her harp, Picked it up from her side, and smashed it on the ground. That which was once her desire, Broke in her embrace like desire itself. The merchant and everyone who was with him, Present in that delightful gathering, All said that because of her beauty, A madness (passion) had fallen into her head. 'The love of such a moon-faced beauty has led her astray, Striking a wound upon her conscious soul.' But however much they talked, And searched from left and right, It never became clear who that moon (beloved) was, Or which of the beauties had stolen her heart. For nearly a year she remained thus, A companion to weeping and lamentation. Having no sleep at night and no rest by day, No laughter from her lips, nor speech from her tongue. She closed her mouth to food and drink, And the merchant was driven to distress by her condition. He tested her in many matters, And finally resolved that she was mad. He took her from the palace that was like a gallery of paintings, And, like the insane, brought her to an asylum. Unwillingly, he subjected her to harsh treatment, Putting iron chains on her hands and feet. There, too, she wept tears of blood from her eyes, Reciting verses describing her state. Weeping, she sang a song, And chanted a passionate ghazal.

Updated 2026-07-07

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