1Cademy - بخش ۹ - داستان مایل شدن مجنون به یکی از خوبان قبایل و محبوبان شیرین شمایل و از غیرت التفات وی با دیگری دل از وی برداشتن و هر دو را به هم بگذاشتن / Section 9 - The Tale of Majnuns Inclination toward One of the Beauties of the Tribes and the Sweet-Featured Beloveds, and, Out of Jealousy at Her Attention to Another, Withdrawing His Heart from Her and Leaving the Two Together

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بخش ۹ - داستان مایل شدن مجنون به یکی از خوبان قبایل و محبوبان شیرین شمایل و از غیرت التفات وی با دیگری دل از وی برداشتن و هر دو را به هم بگذاشتن / Section 9 - The Tale of Majnun's Inclination toward One of the Beauties of the Tribes and the Sweet-Featured Beloveds, and, Out of Jealousy at Her Attention to Another, Withdrawing His Heart from Her and Leaving the Two Together

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آن را که به عشق گل سرشتند
وین حرف به لوح دل نوشتند

شسته نشود ز لوحش این حرف
ور عمر کند به شست و شو صرف

هر لحظه کند به یاری آهنگ
در دامن دلبری زند چنگ

گر در همه جا به جان خریدار
تا خود به کجا شود گرفتار

قیس آن ز قیاس عقل بیرون
نامش به گمان خلق مجنون

ناگشته هنوز اسیر لیلی
می داشت به هر جمیله میلی

یک ناقه رهگذار بودش
کارنده به هر دیار بودش

مویش چو شفق به سرخرنگی
زنجیره زده چو موی زنگی

از گردن و موی او مثالی
طالع شده در شفق هلالی

بی ماندگی از روش فلک سان
پیشش همه کوه و دشت یکسان

سیلی گردی میان وادی
بر قله کوه گردبای

کردی پی راه بین هر جای
آیینه گری به هر کف پای

هر روز بر او سوار گشتی
پوینده هر دیار گشتی

آهنگ به هر قبیله کردی
جویایی هر جمیله کردی

روزی به همین طریقه می گشت
ناگه به یکی قبیله بگذشت

می کرد به هر طرف نگاهی
از دور بدید جلوه گاهی

خوبان چو ستاره حلقه بسته
ماهی به میانشان نشسته

ماهی نه که روشن آفتابی
در هر دل ازو فتاده تابی

شد جانبشان سلام گویان
زان ماه نشان و نام جویان

گفتند کریمه نام دارد
اصل و نسب از کرام دارد

دستوری چون به سوی او راند
در ساحت او شتر بخواباند

زانوی شتر ببست و بنشست
بنهاد به زانوی ادب دست

دزدیده به روی او نظر کرد
در جان وی آن نظر اثر کرد

خندان خندان شکر شکن شد
با او به کرشمه در سخن شد

از لب به سخن شکر همی ریخت
لؤلؤ ز عقیق تر همی ریخت

او هم به خوشی جواب می داد
وز ساغر لب شراب می داد

قیس از سخنش ز دست می شد
ناخورده شراب مست می شد

از جام هم آن دو باده پیمای
رفتند به یک دو جرعه از جای

بودند بدین صفت زمانی
کز دور پدید شد جوانی

سروی ز ریاض زندگانی
پوشیده لباس ارغوانی

بر ناقه تیز گام راکب
رخشنده رخی چو نجم ثاقب

افتاد در آن گروه جوشی
برخاست ز جان شان خروشی

بی خواست شدند پیش او باز
بگشاده به خیر مقدم آواز

در نغمه به ساقشان خلاخل
چون در کف مطربان جلاجل

آن شیوه چو دید قیس ازیشان
برخاست ز جای خود پریشان

گرداند بر آن پریرخان پشت
وآورد زمام ناقه در مشت

آنان چو شتاب وی بدیدند
فریادکنان ز پی دویدند

کای قیس چنین شتاب منمای
وز قاعده عتاب بازآی

مپسند که بی رخت نشینیم
بنشین که رخ تو سیر بینیم

صحبت به مثل اگر زمانیست
از رابطه ازل نشانیست

دامن ز وفا کشیدن نتوان
سر رشته آن برید نتوان

هر چند ز ره غبار رفتند
صد نکته آبدار گفتند

چون ز آتششان نداشت دودی
آن گفت و شنو نداشت سودی

بر ناقه خود نشست و زانان
برتافت عنان نشید خوانان

کای دل کم یار بی وفا گیر
در زاویه فراغ جاگیر

آن کس که چو گل دو روی باشد
در وی ز وفا چه بوی باشد

زانان چه کنم که چون رسم من
چون کوه کشند پا به دامن

ور کم ز منی نماید اقبال
باشند ترانه زن ز خلخال

حاشا که اگر غبار گردم
با باد درین دیار گردم

ور ابر گهر نثار باشم
یک قطره بر این دیار پاشم

زین گفت و شنود خامشی به
وز هیچکسان فرامشی به

English translation

The one whose clay was kneaded with love, and upon whose heart-tablet this letter was inscribed— This letter is never washed from his tablet, though he spend his whole life in the washing. Every moment he sets his aim upon a beloved, clutching at the skirt of some heart-ravisher. Everywhere a buyer with his very soul, until at last, where will he be ensnared? Qays—that one beyond the measure of reason, whose name, in people's conjecture, is Majnun— not yet having become Layla's captive, had an inclination toward every beauty. He had a wayfaring she-camel that bore him to every land. Its hair red as the twilight glow, braided like the tresses of a Zangi. From its neck and mane an image formed, like a crescent moon risen in the dusk. Tireless in its gait, like the wheeling heavens, to it mountain and plain were all the same. A torrent of dust in the midst of the valley, upon the mountain peak a whirlwind. It left way-finding footprints everywhere, a mirror-making with each sole of its foot. Each day he mounted upon it, roaming through every region. He set out toward every tribe, seeking after every beauty. One day he was roaming in just this manner, when suddenly he passed by a tribe. He cast a glance in every direction, and from afar beheld a scene of splendor: beauties ringed round like stars, with a moon seated among them— not a moon, but a radiant sun, from whom a glow had fallen into every heart. He went toward them, giving greeting, seeking the sign and name of that moon. They said, 'She is named Karima; her lineage is from noble folk.' When, with leave, he rode toward her and made his camel kneel in her courtyard, he bound the camel's knee and sat, laying his hand upon the knee of courtesy. Stealthily he glanced upon her face, and that glance left its mark within his soul. Laughing and sweet, sugar-breaking she became, and with coquetry fell into speech with him. From her lips she poured sugar in her words, pouring pearls from moist carnelian. He too gave answer pleasantly, and from the goblet of his lip served wine. Qays was slipping from himself at her speech, growing drunk without having drunk wine. From the cup, those two measurers of wine with a sip or two were carried out of themselves. They remained in this state a while, when from afar a youth appeared: a cypress from the gardens of life, clad in a purple robe, riding upon a swift-paced she-camel, with a shining face like a piercing star. A stir fell upon that gathering, and a clamor rose from their souls. Involuntarily they went out to meet him, opening their voices in welcome. The anklets on their legs rang in melody, like cymbals in the hands of minstrels. When Qays saw that manner from them, he rose from his place distraught. He turned his back on those fairy-faced ones and took the camel's rein into his fist. When they saw his haste, crying out, they ran after him: 'O Qays, do not make such haste, and desist from this custom of reproach! Do not consent that we sit without your face; sit, that we may gaze our fill upon your face. Companionship, though it last but a moment, is a token of the bond of eternity. One cannot draw one's skirt back from fidelity; one cannot cut the end of its thread.' Though they raised dust upon the road behind him, and spoke a hundred lustrous subtleties, since from their fire he took no smoke, that speaking and hearing brought no gain. He mounted his own camel, and from them turned his rein, singing this chant: 'O heart, take little of the faithless friend; take your place in the corner of freedom. The one who, like a rose, is two-faced— what scent of fidelity is there in her? What shall I do with those who, when I arrive, draw their feet into their skirts like a mountain, yet, if one lesser than me shows fortune, become makers of song with their anklets? God forbid that, were I to become dust, I should whirl with the wind in this land; and were I a pearl-scattering cloud, that I should sprinkle one drop upon this land. Better than this talk and hearing is silence, and better to forget these worthless ones.'

Updated 2026-07-19

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