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بخش ۵۰ - عمارت کردن دایه خانه ای که در وی تصویر جمال یوسف و زلیخا کردند / Section 50 - The Nurse Builds a House in Which Images of the Beauty of Joseph and Zulaykha Are Made

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چنین گویند معماران این کاخ
که چون شد بر عمارت دایه گستاخ

به دست آورد استادی هنر کیش
به هر انگشت دستش صد هنر بیش

به رسم هندسی کارآزمایی
قوانین رصد را رهنمایی

ز تشکیلش مجسطی سخت آسان
ز تشکیک وی اقلیدس هراسان

چو از پرگار بودی خالیش مشت
نمودی کار پرگار از دو انگشت

چو بهر خط ز طبعش سر زدی خواست
بر او آن کار بی مسطر شدی راست

بجستی بر شدی بر طاق اطلس
بر ایوان زحل بستی مقرنس

چو سوی تیشه کردی دستش آهنگ
ز خشت خام گشتی نرمتر سنگ

به طراحی چو فکر آغاز کردی
هزاران طرح زیبا ساز کردی

عمارات جهان بی سر و بن
نمودی جمله در یک روی ناخن

به نقش آفرینش چون زدی رای
شدی از خامه لوح هستی آرای

به تصویر آنچه بر کلکش گذشتی
ز رشح آن روانی زنده گشتی

به سنگ ار صورت مرغی کشیدی
سبک سنگ گران از جا پریدی

به حکم دایه زرین دست استاد
زراندوده سرایی کرد بنیاد

صفای صفه هایش صبح اقبال
فضای خانه هایش گنج آمال

ممهد فرش مرمر در ممرهاش
موصل زآبنوس و عاج درهاش

در اندر هم در آنجا هفت خانه
چو هفت اورنگ بی مثل زمانه

مرتب هر یک از لون دگر سنگ
صقالت دیده و صافی و خوشرنگ

به هفتم خانه همچون چرخ هفتم
که هر نقشی و رنگی بود ازو گم

مرصع چل ستون از زر برافراخت
ز وحش و طیر زیبا شکل ها ساخت

به پای هر ستونی ساخت از زر
غزالی ناف او پر مشک اذفر

ز طاووسان زرین صحن او پر
به دم های مرصع در تحیر

میان آن درختی سر کشیده
که مثلش چشم نادربین ندیده

ز سیم خام بودش نازنین ساق
ز زر اغصانش از فیروزه اوراق

به هر شاخش ز صنعت بود طیار
زمرد بال مرغی لعل منقار

بنامیزد درختی سبز و خرم
ندیده هرگز از باد خزان خم

همه مرغان او با مردمان رام
به یک جا کرده صبح و شام آرام

در آن خانه مصور ساخت هر جا
مثال یوسف و نقش زلیخا

به هم بنشسته چون معشوق و عاشق
ز مهر جان و دل با هم معاتق

به یکجا این لب او بوسه داده
به یکجا آن میان این گشاده

اگر نظارگی آنجا گذشتی
ز حسرت در دهانش آب گشتی

همانا بود سقف آن سپهری
بر او تابنده هر جا ماه و مهری

عجب ماهی و مهری چون دو پیکر
ز چاک یک گریبان بر زده سر

نمودی در نظر هر روی دیوار
چو در فصل بهاران تازه گلزار

به هر گل گل زمینش بیش یا کم
دو شاخ تازه گل پیچیده با هم

ز فرشش بود هر جایی شکفته
دو گل با هم به مهد ناز خفته

در آن خانه نبود القصه یک جای
تهی زان دو دلارام و دلارای

به هر سو دیده ور دیده گشودی
ز اول صورت ایشان نمودی

چو شد خانه بدین صورت مهیا
به یوسف شد فزون شوق زلیخا

به هر نوبت که آن بتخانه را دید
در او مهر دگر از نور بجنبید

بلی عاشق چو بیند نقش جانان
شود از نقش حرف شوق خوانان

ازان حرف آتش او تازه گردد
اسیر داغ بی اندازه گردد

English translation

Thus tell the architects of this palace: When the nurse boldly undertook the building,

She found a master devoted to his art, With more than a hundred skills in every finger of his hand.

Experienced in the practice of geometry, He was a guide to the principles of astronomical observation.

Through his constructions, the Almagest became quite easy; Through his questioning, Euclid grew alarmed.

Whenever his fist was empty of a compass, He performed the work of a compass with two fingers.

Whenever his nature desired to draw a line, That work came out straight without a ruler.

He would leap up and ascend to the vault of the celestial sphere, And fasten muqarnas upon Saturn's portico.

Whenever his hand reached for the adze, Stone became softer than unbaked brick.

When he began to think as a designer, He fashioned thousands of beautiful designs.

All the world's buildings, from foundation to summit, He could display together upon the face of one fingernail.

Whenever he resolved to create an image, His pen adorned the tablet of existence.

Whatever image passed across his pen, Through its flowing moisture would become alive.

If he drew the image of a bird upon stone, The heavy stone would swiftly fly from its place.

At the nurse's command, the golden-handed master Laid the foundation of a gold-plated mansion.

The brightness of its terraces was the dawn of good fortune; The expanse of its chambers was the treasury of hopes.

Its passageways were prepared with marble paving; Its doors were joined from ebony and ivory.

Within it stood seven chambers, one inside another, Like the Seven Thrones, peerless in their age.

Each was arranged with stone of a different hue, Polished, smooth, and beautifully colored.

In the seventh chamber, as in the seventh heaven, No image or color was absent.

He raised forty jewel-studded columns of gold And fashioned beautiful forms of wild beasts and birds.

At the foot of every column he made from gold A gazelle whose navel was filled with fragrant musk.

The courtyard was filled with golden peacocks, Their jewel-studded tails inspiring wonder.

In its midst a tree rose tall, The like of which no discerning eye had ever seen.

Its lovely trunk was made of pure silver, Its branches of gold and its leaves of turquoise.

Upon every branch, through artistry, there perched A bird with emerald wings and a ruby beak.

What an excellent tree, green and flourishing, Never bent by the wind of autumn.

All its birds were tame among the people, Resting together there morning and evening.

Throughout that chamber he portrayed everywhere The likeness of Joseph and the image of Zulaykha.

They sat together like beloved and lover, Embracing with the affection of heart and soul.

In one place her lips bestowed a kiss upon his; In another, he encircled her waist.

If a spectator passed through there, The mouth would water with longing.

The ceiling must surely have been a firmament, With a moon and sun shining everywhere upon it.

A wondrous moon and sun, like two bodies Emerging together through the opening of a single collar.

Every surface of the walls appeared to the eye Like a fresh flower garden in the season of spring.

In every floral ground, whether more or less, Two fresh flowering branches intertwined.

Everywhere upon its carpet there blossomed Two flowers sleeping together in the cradle of grace.

In short, there was not a single place in that chamber Empty of those two heart-stealers and heart-adorners.

Whichever way a keen-sighted person opened the eyes, Their images appeared first of all.

When the house had been prepared in this fashion, Zulaykha's longing for Joseph increased.

Each time she beheld that idol-temple, Another love stirred within her from the light.

Indeed, when a lover beholds the beloved's image, The lover reads from that image the letters of longing.

From those letters the lover's fire is kindled anew, And the lover becomes captive to an immeasurable brand of passion.

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