1Cademy - بخش ۳۹ - داستان دختر بازغه نام از نسل عاد که به مال و جمال نظیر خود نداشت و غایبانه عاشق جمال یوسف شد و در آن آیینه جمال حقیقت دید و از مجاز به حقیقت رسید / Section 39 - The Story of a Girl Named Bazigha, a Descendant of Ad, Who Had No Equal in Wealth and Beauty, Fell in Love with Josephs Beauty Without Having Seen Him, Beheld the Beauty of Reality in That Mirror, and Passed from Metaphorical Love to True Love

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بخش ۳۹ - داستان دختر بازغه نام از نسل عاد که به مال و جمال نظیر خود نداشت و غایبانه عاشق جمال یوسف شد و در آن آیینه جمال حقیقت دید و از مجاز به حقیقت رسید / Section 39 - The Story of a Girl Named Bazigha, a Descendant of Ad, Who Had No Equal in Wealth and Beauty, Fell in Love with Joseph's Beauty Without Having Seen Him, Beheld the Beauty of Reality in That Mirror, and Passed from Metaphorical Love to True Love

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نه تنها عشق از دیدار خیزد
بسا کین دولت از گفتار خیزد

درآید جلوه حسن از ره گوش
ز جان آرام برباید ز دل هوش

ندارد بیش ازین دلاله کاری
که گوید قصه زیبانگاری

ز دیدن هیچ اثر نی در میانه
کند عاشق کسان را غایبانه

به ملک مصر زیبا دختری بود
که نسل عادیان را سروری بود

زده درج عقیقش خنده بر در
ز شکر خند او مصر از شکر پر

ز بس شیرین که شکر خند او بود
دل نیشکر اندر بند او بود

چو شکر ریختی از لعل خندان
شکر انگشت بگرفتی به دندان

شکر بود از دهانش با دل تنگ
نبات از رشک لعلش شیشه بر سنگ

چو در لطف از نباتش لب فره شد
نبات اندر دل شیشه گره شد

نبات ار چند دادی شیشه را دل
نمی شد با لب لعلش مقابل

نبود ایمن ز لعل می پرستش
که با آن پر دلی آرد شکستش

جهان را فتنه بود آن غیرت حور
ز شیرین شکر او مصر پر شور

سران ملک در سوداش بودند
بتان شهر ناپرواش بودند

ولی بر چرخ می سود افسر او
به هر کس در نمی آمد سر او

ز عز و مال و استغنای جاهش
نمی افتاد سوی کس نگاهش

حدیث یوسف و وصفش چو بشنید
به ماه روی او مهرش بجنبید

چو شد گفت و شنید آن پیاپی
شد آن اندیشه محکم در دل وی

به دیدن میلش افتاد از شنیدن
بلی باشد شنیدن تخم دیدن

نصاب قیمتش معلوم خود ساخت
ز ترتیب نصابش دل بپرداخت

هزار اشتر همه پاکیزه گوهر
پر از دیبا و مشک و گوهر و زر

ز انواع نفایس هر چه بودش
که دادن در بها لایق نمودش

مرتب کرد و راه مصر برداشت
به مخزن از ذخایر هیچ نگذاشت

فتاد از مقدمش آوازه در مصر
برآمد های و هویی تازه در مصر

به مصر آمد سری در راه یوسف
خبر پرسان ز جولانگاه یوسف

چو از جولانگه یوسف نشان یافت
دل خرم به سوی او عنان تافت

جمالی دید بیش از حد ادراک
چو جان ز آلودگی آب و گل پاک

به گیتی مثل او نادیده هرگز
ز کس مانند او نشنیده هرگز

نخست از دیدن او بی خود افتاد
ز ذوق بی خودی گشت از خود آزاد

وز آن پس بیهشی هشیاری آورد
ز خواب غفلتش بیداری آورد

زبان بگشاد و پرسش کرد آغاز
جواهر جست ازان گنجینه راز

بگفت ای از تو کار نیکویی راست
بدین خوبی جمالت را که آراست

که لامع ساخت خورشید جبینت
که آمد خرمن مه خوشه چینت

کدامین خامه زن نقش تو پرداخت
کدامین باغبان سرو تو افراخت

که زد پرگار طاق ابرویت را
که داد این تاب بند گیسویت را

گل سیراب تو آب از کجا خورد
بدین آبش درین بستان که پرورد

به سروت خوب رفتاری که آموخت
به لعلت نغز گفتاری که آموخت

مه روی تو لوح نامه کیست
سر زلف تو حرف خامه کیست

که بینا نرگست را چشم بگشاد
ز خواب نیستی بیداریش داد

که بر درج درت زد قفل یاقوت
که دل را قوت آمد روح را قوت

که کندت در زنخدان چاه غبغب
که ز آب زندگی کردش لبالب

که خال عنبرینت زد به رخسار
نشیمن ساخت زاغی را ز گلزار

چو یوسف این سخن ها کرد ازو گوش
غذای جان فشاند از چشمه نوش

بگفتا صنعت آن صانعم من
که از بحرش به رشحی قانعم من

فلک یک نقطه از کلک کمالش
جهان یک غنچه از باغ جمالش

ز نور حکمتش خورشید تابی
ز بحر قدرتش گردون حبابی

جمالش بود پاک از تهمت عیب
نهفته در حجاب پرده غیب

ز ذرات جهان آیینه ها ساخت
ز روی خود به هر یک عکسی انداخت

به چشم تیز بینت هر چه نیکوست
چو نیکو بنگری عکس رخ اوست

چو دیدی عکس سوی اصل بشتاب
که پیش اصل نبود عکس را تاب

معاذالله ز اصل ار دور مانی
چو عکس آخر شود بی نور مانی

نباشد عکس را چندان بقایی
ندارد رنگ گل چندان وفایی

بقا خواهی به روی اصل بنگر
وفا جویی به سوی اصل بگذر

غم چیزی رگ جان را خراشد
که گاهی باشد و گاهی نباشد

چو دانا دختر این اسرار بشنید
بساط عشق یوسف درنوردید

به یوسف گفت چون وصفت شنیدم
به دل داغ تمنایت کشیدم

گرفتم پیش راه آرزویت
ز سر پا ساختم در جست و جویت

چو دیدم روی تو افتادم از پای
به جان دادن ته پایت زدم رای

ولی چون گوهر اسرار سفتی
نشان زان منبع انوار گفتی

به تحقیق سخن بشکافتی موی
مرا از مهر خود برتافتی روی

حجاب از روی امیدم گشودی
ز ذره ره به خورشیدم نمودی

کنون بر من در این راز باز است
که با تو عشق ورزیدن مجاز است

چو باشد بر حقیقت چشم بازم
به افتد ترک سودای مجازم

جزاک الله که چشمم باز کردی
مرا با جان جان همراز کردی

ز مهر غیر بگسستی دل من
حریم وصل کردی منزل من

اگر هر موی من گردد زبانی
ز تو رانم به هر یک داستانی

نیارم گوهر شکر تو سفتن
سر مویی ز احسان تو گفتن

پس آنگه کرد پدرود وی و رفت
برست از مایه و سود وی و رفت

بنا کرد از پس رفتن به تعجیل
عبادتخانه ای بر ساحل نیل

دلی از ملک و مال عالم آزاد
به مسکینان و محتاجان صلا داد

که ملک و مال وی تاراج کردند
به قوت یک شبش محتاج کردند

به جای تاج از گوهر مرصع
قناعت کرد با فرسوده مقنع

به جای بستن زرین عصابه
به سر بربست پشمین پای تابه

تن خود ز اطلس و اکسون بپرداخت
لباس آیینه آسا از نمد ساخت

به دست وی چو گوهر دار یاره
سفالین سبحه آمد در شماره

به کنج آن عبادتخانه ره کرد
ز عالم رو در آن محرابگه کرد

ز گلخن دامن خاکستر آورد
به خلوت بستر سنجاب گسترد

ز خارا زیر سر بنهاد بالش
درآمد گیتی از دردش به نالش

در آن معبد به سر می برد تا بود
به طاعت پای می افشرد تا بود

چو در طاعتگری عمرش سرآمد
به جان دادن چو مردان خوش برآمد

نپنداری که جان را رایگان داد
فروغ روی جانان دید و جان داد

دلا مردانگی زین زن بیاموز
به ماتم شیوه بین شیون بیاموز

غم خود خور اگر این غم نداری
بکن ماتم گر این ماتم نداری

به سر شد عمر در صورت پرستی
دمی ز اندیشه صورت نرستی

به هر دم حسن صورت را زوالیست
ز حالی هر زمان گردان به حالیست

مزن هر دم قدم در سنگلاخی
ز شاخی هر زمان منشین به شاخی

نشیمن برتر از کون و مکان گیر
فراز کاخ معنی آشیان گیر

بود معنی یکی صورت هزاران
مجو جمعیت از صورت شماران

پریشانی بود هر جا شمار است
وز آن رو در یکی کردن حصار است

چو تاب حمله دشمن نداری
به آن کز جنگ او باشی حصاری

English translation

Love does not arise from sight alone; Many a time this fortune arises from words.

Beauty's splendor enters by way of the ear, Stealing repose from the soul and reason from the heart.

A go-between need do no more Than tell the tale of a beautiful beloved.

Without sight playing any part, She makes people fall in love from afar.

In the realm of Egypt there was a beautiful maiden, A sovereign among the descendants of Ad.

Her ruby casket laughed at pearls; Her sugary smile filled Egypt with sugar.

So sweet was her sugary smile That the heart of the sugarcane was held captive by her.

When her laughing ruby lips scattered sugar, Sugar bit its finger in amazement.

Sugar, distressed by her mouth, And rock candy, jealous of her ruby lips, dashed its glass upon the stone.

When her lips surpassed rock candy in delicacy, The candy became knotted within its glass.

Although the candy gave its heart to the glass, It could not rival her ruby lips.

Even with all its boldness, it was not safe From her wine-worshiping ruby lip, which might break it.

That envy of the houris was a temptation to the world; Her sweet sugar threw all Egypt into turmoil.

The lords of the realm longed for her; The idols of the city were beneath her notice.

Yet her crown brushed against the heavens, And she bowed her head to no one.

Because of her honor, wealth, and lofty independence, Her gaze never fell toward anyone.

When she heard the tale and description of Joseph, Love stirred within her for his moonlike face.

As the telling and hearing continued time after time, That thought grew firmly rooted in her heart.

Hearing awakened in her a desire to see him; Indeed, hearing is the seed of seeing.

She herself determined the full measure of his price, And set her heart upon assembling it.

A thousand camels, each bearing precious treasure, Laden with brocade, musk, jewels, and gold;

Every kind of precious thing she possessed That seemed worthy to be offered as his price,

She arranged, and then set out upon the road to Egypt, Leaving nothing from her stores within the treasury.

News of her arrival spread throughout Egypt; A fresh clamor and commotion arose in Egypt.

She entered Egypt with her whole purpose fixed upon Joseph, Asking for news of Joseph's riding ground.

When she learned the way to Joseph's riding ground, She joyfully turned her reins toward him.

She saw a beauty beyond the limit of comprehension, Pure as a soul cleansed of the pollution of water and clay.

Never had she seen his equal in the world, Nor ever heard of anyone like him.

At first, the sight of him made her lose herself; Through the ecstasy of selflessness, she was freed from herself.

Thereafter, her senselessness brought awareness, And awakened her from the sleep of heedlessness.

She opened her lips and began to question him, Seeking jewels from that treasury of mysteries.

She said: O you through whom beauty's work is perfected, Who adorned your loveliness with such beauty?

Who made the sun of your brow shine? Who made the moon glean ears from your harvest?

What painter's pen fashioned your image? What gardener raised your cypress form?

Who drew the compass-arch of your eyebrows? Who gave this curl to the bonds of your tresses?

From where did your well-watered rose drink its water? Who nurtured it with this water in this garden?

Who taught your cypress such graceful movement? Who taught your ruby lips such exquisite speech?

Your moonlike face is the tablet of whose inscription? The tip of your tress is a letter from whose pen?

Who opened the eyes of your seeing narcissus, Awakening it from the sleep of nonexistence?

Who set a ruby lock upon your pearl casket, Which became strength for the heart and nourishment for the spirit?

Who dug the dimpled well in your chin, And filled it to the brim with the water of life?

Who placed your amber-colored mole upon your cheek, Making a raven's nest within a rose garden?

When Joseph had listened to these words from her, He scattered nourishment for the soul from a sweet-flowing fountain.

He said: I am the handiwork of that Maker From whose ocean I am content with but a drop.

The heavens are one dot from the pen of His perfection; The world is one bud from the garden of His beauty.

The sun is a ray from the light of His wisdom; The celestial sphere is a bubble upon the ocean of His power.

His beauty was pure of every imputation of defect, Hidden behind the veil of the unseen.

He made mirrors from the particles of the world And cast into each one a reflection of His face.

Whatever appears beautiful to your keen-seeing eye, If you look well, is a reflection of His countenance.

When you see the reflection, hasten toward the Origin, For before the Origin the reflection has no radiance.

God forbid that you should remain far from the Origin; When the reflection ends, you will be left without light.

A reflection does not endure for long; The color of a rose possesses no lasting fidelity.

If you seek permanence, look upon the face of the Origin; If you seek faithfulness, pass onward toward the Origin.

Why should grief for a thing scrape the vein of the soul When at one time it exists and at another it does not?

When the wise maiden heard these mysteries, She rolled up the carpet of her love for Joseph.

She said to Joseph: When I heard your description, I bore in my heart the brand of longing for you.

I took the road in pursuit of my desire for you; I made my head into a foot while seeking you.

When I saw your face, I fell from my feet, And resolved to surrender my life beneath them.

But when you pierced the pearls of mysteries And spoke of that fountainhead of lights,

You split the hair of meaning through true discernment, And turned my face away from love of you.

You lifted the veil from the face of my hope And showed me the road from the mote to the sun.

Now the door of this mystery stands open to me: That loving you is merely metaphorical love.

Since my eye is now open to Reality, It is better that I abandon the passion of metaphor.

May God reward you, for you opened my eyes And made me the confidante of the Soul of the soul.

You severed my heart from love of all other things And made the sanctuary of union my dwelling.

If every hair upon me were to become a tongue, With each one I would tell a tale of you.

I could not pierce the pearl of gratitude owed to you, Nor recount even a hair's breadth of your beneficence.

Then she bade him farewell and departed; She escaped both her capital and its profit and departed.

After leaving, she swiftly built A house of worship upon the bank of the Nile.

With her heart freed from the world's dominion and wealth, She summoned the poor and the needy,

Who plundered all her property and riches, Leaving her in need of one night's sustenance.

Instead of a crown adorned with jewels, She contented herself with a worn-out veil.

Instead of binding on a golden headband, She wrapped a woolen leg-cloth around her head.

She stripped her body of satin and fine silk And fashioned a mirror-like garment from felt.

Instead of a jewel-studded bracelet upon her hand, An earthen rosary came to be counted there.

She made her way into a corner of that house of worship, Turning her face from the world toward its prayer niche.

She brought a skirtful of ashes from the furnace And spread a sable bed in her solitude.

She placed a stone beneath her head as a pillow; The world began to lament at her suffering.

She lived in that temple for as long as she remained, Standing steadfast in devotion for as long as she lived.

When her life of worship reached its end, She gave up her soul joyfully, like the valiant.

Do not imagine that she gave her soul for nothing; She saw the radiance of the Beloved's face and gave her soul.

O heart, learn courage from this woman; In mourning, learn the way of lamentation from her.

Grieve for yourself if you do not possess this grief; Mourn if you do not possess this mourning.

Your life has passed in worshiping outward forms; Not for one breath have you escaped the thought of form.

At every moment, outward beauty is subject to decline; At every instant it turns from one state to another.

Do not set your foot upon a different stony path at every moment; Do not perch now upon one branch and then upon another.

Choose a dwelling above being and place; Build your nest atop the palace of meaning.

Meaning is one, while forms are thousands; Do not seek unity among those who count forms.

Wherever there is number, there is dispersion; Thus protection lies in making them one.

If you lack the strength to withstand the enemy's attack, It is better to take refuge in a fortress against his war.

Updated 2026-07-19

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