1Cademy - بخش ۲۹ - تدبیر کردن حکیم در ولادت فرزند بی موافقت زنان و دایه گرفتن از برای تربیت وی / Section 29 - The Sages Plan for the Birth of a Child Without the Involvement of Women, and Hiring a Wet-Nurse for His Upbringing

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بخش ۲۵ - مذمت کردن حکیم شهوت را که ولادت فرزندان بی آن معهود نیست / Section 25 - The Sage's Condemnation of Lust, Without Which the Birth of Children is Unprecedented
بخش ۲۷ - در مذمت زنان که محل شهوت موقوف علیه فرزندان است / Section 27 - In Condemnation of Women, Who are the Object of Lust on Whom the Having of Children Depends

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بخش ۲۹ - تدبیر کردن حکیم در ولادت فرزند بی موافقت زنان و دایه گرفتن از برای تربیت وی / Section 29 - The Sage's Plan for the Birth of a Child Without the Involvement of Women, and Hiring a Wet-Nurse for His Upbringing

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کرد چون دانا حکیم نیکخواه
شهوت زن را نکوهش پیش شاه

ساخت تدبیری به دانش کاندر آن
ماند حیران فکرت دانشوران

نطفه را بی شهوت از صلبش گشاد
در محلی جز رحم آرام داد

بعد نه مه گشت پیدا زان محل
کودکی بی عیب و طفلی بی خلل

غنچه ای از گلبن شاهی دمید
نفحه ای از ملک آگاهی وزید

تاج شد از گوهر او سربلند
تخت شد از بخت او فیروزمند

صحن گیتی بی وی و چشم فلک
بود آن بی مردم این بی مردمک

زو به مردم صحن آن معمور شد
چشم این از مردمک پر نور شد

چون ز هر عیبش سلامت یافتند
از سلامت نام او بشکافتند

سالم از آفت تن و اندام او
زآسمان آمد سلامان نام او

چون نبود از شیر مادر بهره مند
دایه ای کردند بهر او پسند

دلبری در نیکویی ماه تمام
سال او از بیست کم ابسال نام

نازک اندامی که از سر تا به پای
جز جزوش خوب بود و دلربای

بود بر سر فرق او خطی ز سیم
خرمنی از مشک را کرده دو نیم

گیسویش بود از قفا آویخته
زو به هر مو صد بلا آویخته

قامتش سروی ز باغ اعتدال
افسر شاهان به راهش پایمال

بود روشن جبهه اش آیینه رنگ
ابروی زنگاریش بر وی چو زنگ

چون زدوده زنگ ازو آیینه وار
شکل نونی مانده از وی بر کنار

چشم او مستی که کرده نیم خواب
تکیه بر گل زیر چتر مشک ناب

گوش ها نکته نیوش از هر طرف
گوهر گفتار را سیمین صدف

بر عذارش نیلگون خطی جمیل
رونق مصر جمالش همچو نیل

زان خط ار چه بهر چشم بد کشید
چشم نیکان را بلا بی حد رسید

رسته دندان او در خوشاب
حقه در خوشابش لعل ناب

در دهان او ره اندیشه گم
گفت و گوی عقل فکرت پیشه گم

از لب او جز شکر نگرفته کام
خود کدام است آن لب و شکر کدام

رشحی از چاه زنخدانش گشاد
وز زنخدانش معلق ایستاد

زو هزاران لطف ها آمد پدید
غبغبش کردند نام ارباب دید

همچو سیمین لعبت از سیمش تنی
چون صراحی بر کشیده گردنی

بر تنش پستان چو آن صافی حباب
کش نسیم انگیخته از روی آب

زیر پستانش شکم رخشنده نور
در سفیدی عاج و در نرمی سمور

دید مشاطه چو آن لطف شکم
گفت این از صفحه گل نیست کم

کرد چون وی این اشارت سوی آن
از سر انگشت اشارت شد نشان

آن نشان را واصفان خواندند ناف
نافی از وی نافه را در دل شکاف

هر که دیدی آن میان کم ز مو
جز کناری زو نکردی آرزو

از گل نسرین سرینش خرمنی
از خسان مستور زیر دامنی

مخزن لطف از دو دست او دو نیم
آستین از هر یکی همیان سیم

در کف او راحت آزردگان
سیلی غفلت بر از افسردگان

آرزوی اهل دل در مشت او
قفل دل ها را کلید انگشت او

خون ز دست او درون عاشقان
رنگ حنایش ز خون عاشقان

هر سر انگشتش خضاب و ناخضاب
فندق تر بود یا عناب ناب

ناخنانش بدرهای مختلف
بدرهای او ز حینا منخسف

شکل او مشاطه چون آراسته
از سر هر یک هلاکی کاسته

چون سخن با ساق و ران او کشید
زان زبان در کام می باید کشید

زانکه می ترسم رسد جایی سخن
کان سخن آید گران بر طبع من

بود آن سری ز نامحرم نهان
هیچ کس محرم نه آن را در جهان

بلکه دزدی پی به آن آورده بود
هر چه آنجا بود غارت کرده بود

در بر آن سیمین صدف بشکافته
گوهر کام خود آنجا یافته

هر چه باشد دیگری را دست زد
بهتر از چشم قبولش دست رد

English translation

When the wise and benevolent sage Criticized the desire for a woman before the king, He devised a plan with knowledge, in which The thoughts of the learned remained bewildered. He released the seed from his loins without desire, And gave it rest in a place other than a womb. After nine months, there appeared from that place A flawless child and an unblemished infant. A bud blossomed from the royal rosebush; A breath blew from the kingdom of awareness. The crown became exalted by his gem; The throne became victorious by his fortune. The court of the world without him, and the eye of heaven, Were, the former without people, and the latter without a pupil. Through him, the court of the former became populated with people; The eye of the latter became filled with light from the pupil. Since they found him safe from any blemish, They derived his name from safety (salamat). His body and limbs being safe from affliction, The name 'Salaman' came to him from heaven. Since he was not blessed with mother's milk, They selected a wet-nurse for him. A beloved whose beauty was a full moon, Her age less than twenty, and her name Absal. A delicate-bodied girl who, from head to toe, Every part of her was beautiful and captivating. There was a silvery line on the parting of her hair, Dividing a harvest of musk in two. Her tresses hung down from her neck, A hundred calamities hanging from every hair. Her stature was a cypress from the garden of moderation, The crown of kings trampled under her path. Her bright forehead was the color of a mirror, Her indigo eyebrows upon it like rust. When rust was wiped from it like a mirror, The shape of the letter 'Nun' remained on its edge. Her eye was a drunkard half-asleep, Leaning on a rose under the canopy of pure musk. Ears listening to subtle points from every direction, A silver shell for the pearl of speech. On her cheek was a beautiful dark line, The splendor of her Egypt of beauty like the Nile. Though she drew that line to ward off the evil eye, Limitless affliction befell the eyes of the good. Her teeth grew like lustrous pearls, Their case of lustrous pearls was pure ruby. In her mouth, the path of thought is lost; The conversation of intellect, the planner, is lost. No pleasure has been taken from her lip except sugar, But which is that lip, and which is the sugar? A droplet opened from the well of her chin, And hung suspended from her chin. Thousands of charms appeared from it, Those with sight named it her double-chin. Her body was of silver, like a silvery puppet, Her neck drawn out like a decanter. Upon her body, her breasts were like those pure bubbles Raised by the breeze from the surface of water. Beneath her breasts, her belly was a shining light, In whiteness ivory, and in softness sable. When the tiring-woman saw that beauty of the belly, She said: 'This is not less than a page of a rose.' When she made this gesture towards it, From the tip of the index finger, a mark was made. Describers called that mark the navel, A navel that tore the heart of the musk-bag. Whoever saw that waist, which was less than a hair, Desired nothing but to embrace it. From the jonquil rose, her hips were a harvest, Hidden from the unworthy beneath her skirt. The treasury of grace was divided in two by her two hands, Each sleeve a purse of silver. In her palm was the comfort of the afflicted, Slapping the weary out of their negligence. The desire of the people of heart was in her fist, Her finger was the key to the locks of hearts. The blood of lovers was inside her hand, The color of her henna was from the blood of lovers. Each of her fingertips, dyed or undyed, Was a fresh filbert or a pure jujube. Her nails were various crescent moons, Her moons eclipsed by henna. When the tiring-woman adorned her form, Destruction was averted from the head of each one. When the talk moved to her calf and thigh, The tongue must be drawn back into the mouth, Because I fear the talk might reach a point Where the talk would weigh heavily on my mind. It was a secret hidden from the uninitiated, No one in the world was initiated into it. Rather, a thief had found his way there, And plundered whatever was there. He had broken open that silvery shell, And found his heart's desire of pearls there. Whatever has been touched by another, The hand of rejection is better for it than the eye of acceptance.

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