1Cademy - بخش ۶۸ - حکایت آن کنیزک و غلام که بر کنار دجله دست از زندگانی خود شستند و به غرقه شدن در آب از خشک لبی ساحل فراق خلاصی جستند / Section 68 - The Tale of the Handmaiden and the Slave Who Washed Their Hands of Life on the Banks of the Tigris, Seeking Deliverance from the Thirst of the Shore of Separation by Drowning in the Water

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Haft Awrang

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بخش ۶۸ - حکایت آن کنیزک و غلام که بر کنار دجله دست از زندگانی خود شستند و به غرقه شدن در آب از خشک لبی ساحل فراق خلاصی جستند / Section 68 - The Tale of the Handmaiden and the Slave Who Washed Their Hands of Life on the Banks of the Tigris, Seeking Deliverance from the Thirst of the Shore of Separation by Drowning in the Water

Original content

بر لب دجله چو شد سبز بساط
زد سراپرده خلیفه به نشاط

داشت در ستر خلافت دو نگار
هر دو مه طلعت و خورشید عذار

آن یکی پردگی پرده ناز
چنگ ناهید ازو یافته ساز

عکس گلگونه رخسارش گل
بنده حلقه زلفش سنبل

وان دگر ساده غلامی چون ماه
سوده بر چرخ کله گوشه جاه

سرو قدش ز قبا یافته زیب
عقل را نرگس او داده فریب

هر دو بودند به هم عاشق زار
عشقشان برده ز دل صبر و قرار

لیکن از دست رقیبان غیور
می طپیدند ز یکدیگر دور

مجلس از باده چو دیگرگون شد
پردگی را غم عشق افزون شد

پرده ای نو ز پس پرده بساخت
چنگ را هم به همان پرده نواخت

گفت صوتی که دگر وقت رسید
کاید از پرده گشادیم پدید

سوختم از دل غمخواره خویش
به که سازم پس ازین چاره خویش

دست زد پرده ز رخسار گشاد
تشنه لب رو به سوی دجله نهاد

بیخودی کرد و دل از خود پرداخت
بار خود در خطر موج انداخت

بود مه طلعت و ماهی اندام
کرد در آب چو ماهی آرام

می زدش شعله شوق از دل تاب
خواست تسکین دهد آن شعله به آب

دید چون حال وی آن طرفه غلام
خویش را در پیش انداخت چو دام

گشته صد چشم هواخواهی را
یافت در موج شط آن ماهی را

هر دو گشتند هم آغوش به هم
رازگوی از لب خاموش به هم

لب به لب روی به رو بنهادند
دست در گردن هم جان دادند

English translation

When the green carpet was spread on the bank of the Tigris, the Caliph joyfully pitched his pavilion. Within the veil of his caliphate, he had two beauties, both moon-faced and sun-cheeked. One was a veiled maiden of the curtain of coquetry, from whom the harp of Venus received its harmony. The rose was a mere reflection of her rosy cheeks, and the hyacinth was a slave to the ringlets of her tresses. The other was a simple slave like the moon, his cap of glory rubbing against the heavens. His cypress-like stature was adorned by his robe, and his narcissus-like eye deceived the intellect. Both were desperately in love with each other; their love had stripped their hearts of patience and peace. Yet, due to jealous rivals, they fluttered in agony, far from one another. When the assembly was altered by wine, the grief of love grew greater for the veiled maiden. She struck up a new melody from behind the curtain; she played the harp to that very melody. She sang a song: 'Now the time has arrived for our deliverance to emerge from behind the veil. I am consumed by my sorrowful heart; how else should I seek my remedy after this?' She reached out, removed the veil from her face, and with thirsty lips, turned toward the Tigris. Losing her self-control, she emptied her heart of self, and threw her body into the danger of the waves. She was moon-faced and fish-bodied; she found rest in the water like a fish. The flame of longing flared from her burning heart; she sought to soothe that flame with water. When that wondrous slave beheld her state, he cast himself after her like a net. Becoming all eyes in his devotion, he found that fish in the waves of the river. Both became locked in each other's embrace, whispering secrets to one another with silent lips. They placed lip to lip and face to face, and with their arms around each other's necks, they gave up their souls.

Updated 2026-07-19

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