1Cademy - بخش ۴۴ - پرسیدن دایه از زلیخا سبب گداختن و سوختن وی را در مشاهده شمع جمال یوسف علیه السلام / Section 44 - The Nurse Asking Zulaykha the Cause of Her Melting and Burning While Beholding the Candle of Josephs Beauty, Peace Be Upon Him

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بخش ۴۴ - پرسیدن دایه از زلیخا سبب گداختن و سوختن وی را در مشاهده شمع جمال یوسف علیه السلام / Section 44 - The Nurse Asking Zulaykha the Cause of Her Melting and Burning While Beholding the Candle of Joseph's Beauty, Peace Be Upon Him

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زلیخا را چو دایه آنچنان دید
ز دیده اشکریزان حال پرسید

که ای چشمم به دیدار تو روشن
دلم از عکس رخسار تو گلشن

دلت پر رنج و جانت پر ملال است
نمی دانم تو را اکنون چه حال است

تو را آرام جان پیوسته در پیش
چه می سوزی ز بی آرامی خویش

در آن وقتی که از وی دور بودی
اگر می سوختی معذور بودی

کنون در عین وصلی سوختن چیست
به داغش شمع جان افروختن چیست

که را از عاشقان این دست داده ست
که معشوقش به خدمت سر نهاده ست

همین بس طالع فرخنده تو
که سلطان تو آمد بنده تو

مهی لایق به تاج پادشاهی
به فرمان تو شد دیگر چه خواهی

به رویش خرم و دلشاد می باش
ز غم های جهان آزاد می باش

ز سرو لاله رنگش کام می گیر
به رفتار خوشش آرام می گیر

لبش می بین و جان می پرور از وی
زلال کامرانی می خور از وی

زلیخا چون شنید اینها ز دایه
سرشکش را دل از خون داد مایه

ز ابر دیده خون دل فرو ریخت
به پیشش قصه مشکل فرو ریخت

بگفت ای مهربان مادر همانا
نیی چندان به سر کار دانا

نمی دانی که من بر دل چه دارم
وز آن جان و جهان حاصل چه دارم

به خدمت پیش رویم ایستاده
ولی بی خدمتی را داد داده

ز من دوری نباشد هیچگاهش
ولی نبود به من هرگز نگاهش

بر آن تشنه بباید زار بگریست
که بر لب آن باید تشنه اش زیست

چو رویم شمع خوبی برفروزد
دو چشم خود به پشت پای دوزد

بدین اندیشه آزارش نجویم
که پشت پاش به باشد ز رویم

چو بگشایم بدو چشم جهان بین
به پیشانی نماید صورت چین

بر آن چین سرزنش از من روا نیست
که از وی هر چه می آید خطا نیست

ز ابرویش مرا در دل گره هاست
کزان کج نیست کارم بی گره راست

چنین کز وی گره بر کارم افتد
نظر کردن به وی دشوارم افتد

دهانش کز سخن با من به تنگ است
به جز خون خوردنم از وی چه رنگ است

ز لعلش در دهانم آب گردد
به چشمم آب خون ناب گردد

قدش کامد نهال آرزویم
ز رحمت کم شود مایل به سویم

چو خواهم از نهالش سیب چینم
نچیده سیب صد آسیب بینم

ز چاه غبغبش چون کام خواهم
به چاه غم کند آرامگاهم

به رشکم ز آستین او که پیوست
به دستان یافته بر ساعدش دست

ز دامانش زنم در جیب جان چاک
که دارد پیش پایش روی بر خاک

چو دایه این سخن بشنید بگریست
که با حالی چنین مشکل توان زیست

فراقی کافتد از دوران ضروری
به از وصلی بدین تلخی و شوری

غم هجران همین یک سختی آرد
چنین وصلی دو صد بدبختی آرد

English translation

When the nurse saw Zulaykha in that state, She asked how she fared, tears streaming from her eyes:

O you whose sight brings brightness to my eyes, And whose reflected face makes my heart a garden,

Your heart is full of pain, your soul full of distress; I do not know what state has now befallen you.

The solace of your soul is always before you; Why do you burn in such restlessness?

When you were far away from him, You would have been excused if you had burned.

But now, amid union, what is this burning? Why kindle the candle of your soul with the brand of his love?

To which lover has such fortune ever been granted, That the beloved should bow his head in service?

Your auspicious fortune is itself enough: Your sovereign has become your servant.

A moon worthy of the crown of kingship Has submitted to your command; what more could you desire?

Be joyful and glad at the sight of his face; Be free from all the sorrows of the world.

Take your pleasure from his tulip-hued cypress form; Find repose in his graceful bearing.

Look upon his lips and nourish your soul through them; Drink from him the limpid water of fulfilled desire.

When Zulaykha heard these words from the nurse, Her heart supplied her tears with blood.

From the cloud of her eyes she poured forth her heart's blood, And unfolded before her the tale of her difficult plight.

She said: O kindly mother, surely You do not fully understand this affair.

You do not know what I bear within my heart, Nor what I gain from that soul and world of mine.

He stands before me in service, Yet he performs no service at all.

He is never absent from me, Yet he never once looks upon me.

One should weep bitterly for that thirsty person Who must live parched beside the water's edge.

When my face kindles the candle of beauty, He fixes both his eyes upon the backs of his feet.

With this thought, I do not seek to trouble him: The back of his foot is better than my face.

When I open my world-seeing eyes toward him, A frown appears upon his brow.

It is not fitting for me to reproach that frown, For whatever comes from him cannot be wrong.

The knot of his eyebrow has tied knots within my heart; Because of that curve, my affairs are never free of knots.

Since he casts such knots into my affairs, Looking upon him becomes difficult for me.

His mouth is constrained from speaking with me; What choice does it leave me but to drink my own blood?

At the sight of his ruby lip, water fills my mouth, While pure blood-like water fills my eyes.

His stature, which became the sapling of my desire, Is scarcely inclined toward me out of mercy.

When I wish to pluck an apple from his sapling, Before plucking one, I suffer a hundred injuries.

When I seek fulfillment from the well of his dimpled chin, He makes the well of sorrow my resting place.

I am jealous of his sleeve, which remains joined to him And, like a hand, has laid hold of his forearm.

Because of his skirt, I tear open the breast of my soul, For it keeps its face upon the earth before his feet.

When the nurse heard these words, she wept, For with such a condition, life is difficult to endure.

A separation imposed by the turning heavens Is better than union so bitter and troubled.

The grief of separation brings only a single hardship; Such a union brings two hundred misfortunes.

Updated 2026-07-18

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