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بخش ۱۹ - غمازی کردن غمازان پیش لیلی که مجنون عهد دیگر کرده است و دختر عم را به عقد نکاح درآورده است / Section 19 - The Tale-bearers Slandering to Layla that Majnun Has Made Another Covenant and Has Taken His Cousin in Marriage

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کی پرده عاشقی شود ساز
بی زخمه عیبجوی غماز

نادیده خراش رشته چنگ
از چنگ کجا برآید آهنگ

از قصه قیس و دختر عم
در مجلس دوستان محرم

چون یافت وقوف هرزه گویی
بر قیس شکسته عیبجویی

فی الحال به لیلی این خبر برد
کز عشق تو قیس را دل افسرد

در دل شرری که داشت بنشست
با تو نظری که داشت بربست

خاطر به هوای دیگری داد
باشد به لقای دیگری شاد

آمد پدر و گرفت دستش
با دختر عم نکاح بستش

امروز وی است و دختر عم
آسوده جگر ز نشتر غم

تو نیز نظر ازو فروبند
یاری بگزین و دل در او بند

با اهل جفا وفا روا نیست
پاداش جفا به جز جفا نیست

لیلی چو شنید این حکایت
کردش غم جان به دل سرایت

کاری افتاد و سختش افتاد
خر مرد به راه و رختش افتاد

کرد از غم و درد دست و پا گم
دردی نوشید از اول خم

با قیس ز گردش زمانه
برداشت خطاب غایبانه

کای دلبر بی وفا چه کردی
با عاشق مبتلا چه کردی

با آنکه به جان غم تو خورده ست
کردی کاری که کس نکرده ست

راهش بزدی و گشتی از راه
احسنت احسنت بارک الله

با هم نه چنین کنند یاران
این نیست طریق دوستداران

گندم بنمودی از نخستم
چون عقد امید شد درستم

کردم پی گندمت تک و دو
هیچم نفروختی بجز جو

اول ز وفا نهادیم دام
وان دم که ز من گرفتی آرام

دامن نکوتری گرفتی
وآرام به دیگری گرفتی

چون با دگریت دل خوش افتد
غم نیست که در من آتش افتد

باد از تو بلند آتش من
زان مجلس عشرت تو روشن

لیلی به چنین غم جگرسوز
چون کرد شب سیاه خود روز

ناگه مجنون درآمد از راه
از لیلی و حال او نه آگاه

شد یار طلب به رسم هر بار
لیلی به عتاب گفت زنهار

ندهند ره اندر آن حریمش
وز تیغ و سنان کنند بیمش

او مرد حرمسرای ما نیست
او شیفته لقای ما نیست

گو دامن یار خویشتن گیر
دنباله کار خویشتن گیر

شب با دگران و روز با ما
یکدل نبود هنوز با ما

مسکین مجنون چو آن جفا دید
بسیار به این و آن بنالید

آن نالش او نداشت سودی
بنهاد به ره سر سجودی

گریان گریان ز دور برگشت
غمگین ز سرای سور برگشت

نادیده ز یار خود نصیبی
می گفت به زیر لب نسیبی

دردا که عظیم دردناکم
در راه امید و بیم خاکم

هر لحظه فرو روم به راهی
خود را نبرم گمان گناهی

همراه سرشک من رو ای آه
وز جرم نکرده عذر من خواه

پاکم ز گناه پیچ در پیچ
عشق است گناه من دگر هیچ

آن را که بود همین گناهش
بر بیگنهی بس این گواهش

حاشا که اگر فلک شود میغ
باران گردد به فرق من تیغ

از یار تواندم بریدن
سر بر در دیگری کشیدن

روزی که به زیر خاک باشم
زآلایش جسم پاک باشم

جان من خسته پیش جانان
باشد نغمات شوق خوانان

بر قالب خود کفن زنم چاک
فریادکنان برآیم از خاک

تا حشر ره وفاش گیرم
هر لحظه به خاک پاش میرم

با خویش همی سرود مجنون
زان نکته همچو در مکنون

وز دور همی شنید یاری
از آتش عشق داغداری

برگشت و به لیلی اش رسانید
لیلی ز دو دیده خون چکانید

شد باز به عشق تازه پیمان
وز کرده خویش پشیمان

از شعر لطیف و نظم دلکش
او نیز زد این ترانه خوش

کان کس که به حاسدان نهد گوش
آیین وفا کند فراموش

حاسد ببرد ز جان شیرین
شیرینی دوستان دیرین

یا رب که مباد هیچ حاسد
جز بار گران و نرخ کاسد

حاسد ز میانه دور بادا
وز زخم زمانه کور بادا

بادا رگ جان او بریده
کز روی توام برید دیده

گفتم بی تو به صبر کوشم
وز جام فراق زهر نوشم

چون شوق آمد چه جای صبر است
صبرم بی تو چو تیره ابر است

کز وی همه برق آه خیزد
باران سرشک درد ریزد

برخیز و بیا که بی قرارم
وز کرده خویش شرمسارم

تا دل دهمت به بی گناهی
دستت بوسم به عذرخواهی

چون این در ناب گشت سفته
وین غنچه درد دل شکفته

در خون دل از مژه قلم زد
بر پاره کاغذی رقم زد

پیچید و به دست قاصدی داد
سوی سر عاشقان فرستاد

مجنون چو بخواند نامه او
پا ساخت ز سر چو خامه او

احرام حریم خیمه اش بست
دیگر چو ستون ز پای ننشست

زان وسوسه می طپید تا بود
وان مرحله می برید تا بود

English translation

When does the melody of love become tuned, without the plectrum-stroke of the fault-finding slanderer? Until the harp's string has been scratched, how can a tune arise from the harp? Of the tale of Qays and his cousin, in the assembly of intimate friends, when some idle prattler gained knowledge of it, a fault-finder set upon broken Qays. At once he carried this news to Layla: that Qays's heart has grown cold of your love; the spark he had in his heart has died down; the gaze he had upon you he has closed; he has given his heart to the love of another, and is happy at the sight of another. His father came and took his hand and bound him in marriage to his cousin. Today he and his cousin are together, their liver eased of the lancet of grief. You too close your gaze from him; choose a friend and bind your heart to him. Fidelity to the people of cruelty is not fitting; the reward of cruelty is nothing but cruelty. When Layla heard this tale, the grief of the soul spread into her heart. A trouble befell her and it fell hard upon her; the donkey died on the road and its load fell. From grief and pain she lost her hands and feet; she drank the dregs from the first jar. Against Qays, from the turning of fortune, she raised an address to the absent one: O faithless sweetheart, what have you done? What have you done to your afflicted lover? To one who has borne grief for you with her soul, you have done a thing that no one has done. You waylaid her and turned from the path— bravo, bravo, God bless you! Friends do not do thus with one another; this is not the way of lovers. At first you showed me wheat, and when the knot of hope grew firm for me, I ran to and fro after your wheat, yet you sold me nothing but barley. At first we set a snare of fidelity, and the moment you took repose from me, you grasped the skirt of a better one and took your repose with another. Since your heart is content with another, it is no grief that fire falls into me. May my fire rise high because of you; may your assembly of pleasure be bright from it. Layla, with such liver-burning grief, when she had turned her black night into day— suddenly Majnun arrived on the road, unaware of Layla and her state. He went seeking his beloved as every time; Layla said in reproach: Beware! Let them not give him way into that sanctuary, and let them threaten him with sword and spear. He is not a man of our harem; he is not enamored of our countenance. Tell him: grasp the skirt of your own beloved; pursue your own affair. Night with others and day with us— he was never yet single-hearted with us. Poor Majnun, when he saw that cruelty, lamented much to this one and that. His lamentation had no benefit; he laid his head on the road in prostration. Weeping, weeping, he turned back from afar; sorrowful, he turned back from the house of feasting. Having received no portion from his beloved, he was reciting a love-elegy under his breath: Alas, I am greatly pained; on the road of hope and fear I am dust. Every moment I sink into some path, yet I do not suspect myself of any sin. O sigh, go along with my tears, and plead my excuse for a crime not committed. I am pure of tangled, twisting sin; love is my sin, nothing else. He whose only sin is this— this suffices as witness to his innocence. God forbid that, even if the heavens became clouds and the rain became swords upon my head, I could ever cut off from my beloved and turn my head to another's door. On the day I lie beneath the dust, freed of the body's defilement, I shall be pure. My wounded soul, before the beloved, will be singing songs of longing. I will tear the shroud upon my body, and crying out I will rise from the dust. Until the resurrection I will hold to the path of fidelity to her; every moment I die at the dust of her feet. Majnun was singing thus to himself, from that point like a hidden pearl, and from afar a friend was listening, one branded by the fire of love. He turned back and conveyed it to Layla; Layla dripped blood from both her eyes. She renewed her covenant of fresh love and grew remorseful of her own deed. From delicate verse and charming poetry she too struck up this sweet song: That whoever lends an ear to the envious forgets the rite of fidelity. The envier severs from sweet life the sweetness of old friends. O Lord, may no envier be anything but a heavy burden and a slack price. May the envier be far from our midst, and be blinded by the wound of the age. May the vein of his life be severed, for he cut my eye off from your face. I said I would strive for patience without you and drink poison from the cup of separation; but when longing came, what room is there for patience? My patience without you is like a dark cloud, from which all the lightning of sighs arises and the rain of tears of pain pours down. Rise and come, for I am restless and ashamed of my own deed, that I may assure your heart of my innocence and kiss your hand in apology. When this pure pearl had been pierced, and this bud of the heart's pain had blossomed, with her heart's blood she made a pen of her eyelash and wrote upon a scrap of paper. She folded it and gave it into a messenger's hand and sent it toward the chief of lovers. When Majnun read her letter, he turned his head into feet like her pen. He donned the pilgrim's garb for the sanctuary of her tent; no longer did he sit still like a pillar on his feet. From that agitation he throbbed as long as he lived, and cut through that stage as fast as he could.

Updated 2026-07-19

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