1Cademy - بخش ۴۸ - قصه عاشق شدن کنیزک خلیفه بغداد بر غلام وی و از استیلای عشق وی خود را در دجله انداختن / Section 48 - The Story of the Caliph of Baghdads Handmaiden Falling in Love with His Slave, and Throwing Herself Into the Tigris River Due to the Dominance of Her Love

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۴۸ - قصه عاشق شدن کنیزک خلیفه بغداد بر غلام وی و از استیلای عشق وی خود را در دجله انداختن / Section 48 - The Story of the Caliph of Baghdad's Handmaiden Falling in Love with His Slave, and Throwing Herself Into the Tigris River Due to the Dominance of Her Love

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نوبهاران خلیفه بغداد
بزم عشرت به طرف دجله نهاد

داشت در پرده شاهدی نوخیز
در ترنم ز پسته شکر ریز

چون گرفتی چو زهره در بر چنگ
چنگ زهره فتادی از آهنگ

با غلام خلیفه کز خوبی
بود مهر سپهر محبوبی

داشت چندان تعلق خاطر
که نبودی به حال خود حاضر

هر دو مفتون یکدگر بودند
بلکه مجنون یکدگر بودند

بودشان صد نگاهبان بر سر
مانع وصلشان ز یکدیگر

طاقت ماه پردگی شد طاق
زآتش اشتیاق و داغ فراق

از پس پرده خوش نوایی ساخت
چنگ را بر همان نوا بنواخت

کرد قولی به عشقبازی ساز
پس بر آن قول برکشید آواز

کآخر ای چرخ بی وفایی چند
روح کاهی و عمر سایی چند

هرگز از مهر تو نگشتم گرم
شرم می آیدم ز مهر تو شرم

به که یکدم به خویش پردازم
چاره کار خویشتن سازم

بود در پرده دلبر دیگر
همچو او پرده ساز و رامشگر

گفت هر سو کسان به غمازی
چاره خود چگونه می سازی

پرده از پیش چاک زد که چنین
شد چو ماهی و ماه دجله نشین

همچو مه خویش را در آب انداخت
همچو ماهی به غوطه خواری ساخت

بود استاده آن غلام آنجا
جانی از هجر تلخکام آنجا

خویشتن را چو وی در آب افکند
کرد ساعد به گردنش پیوند

دست در گردن هم آورده
رخ نهفتند هر دو در پرده

هر دو رستند از منی و تویی
دست شستند از غبار دویی

جامی آیین عاشقی این است
مهر اینست و مابقی کین است

گر به دریای عشق داری روی
همچو اینان ز خویش دست بشوی

English translation

In the early spring, the Caliph of Baghdad Set up a banquet of pleasure on the banks of the Tigris. Behind the curtain, he had a youthful beauty, Who sang melodiously with sugar-showering lips. When, like Venus, she took the harp in her embrace, The harp of Venus would lose its tune. With the Caliph's slave, who in beauty Was the sun of the sky of loveliness, She had such a deep attachment of heart That she was no longer conscious of her own state. Both were infatuated with one another, Nay, they were madly in love with each other. A hundred guardians watched over them, Preventing their union with one another. The patience of that curtain-dwelling moon was exhausted By the fire of yearning and the brand of separation. From behind the curtain, she raised a beautiful melody, And played the harp in harmony with that tune. She prepared a song about love-making, And then raised her voice to that song: 'O heaven, how much faithlessness will you show? How long will you diminish my spirit and wear away my life? I have never been warmed by your affection; I feel shame, utter shame, before your love. It is better that I attend to myself for a moment, And devise a remedy for my own plight.' There was another beauty behind the curtain, A musician and minstrel like her. She said, 'With spies and informers on every side, How can you devise a remedy for yourself?' She tore open the curtain before her, saying, 'Like this!' And thus that moon became a dweller of the Tigris like a fish. Like the moon, she threw herself into the water, And like a fish, she willingly plunged into the depths. The slave was standing there, His soul made bitter by separation. He also threw himself into the water like her, And bound his arms around her neck. Bringing their arms around each other's necks, They both hid their faces in the curtain. Both were liberated from 'I' and 'You', And washed their hands of the dust of duality. O Jami, this is the custom of lovers; This is love, and the rest is but malice. If you set your face toward the ocean of love, Wash your hands of yourself, just as they did.

Updated 2026-07-07

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