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بخش ۵۷ - انگیز کردن زنان مصر زلیخا را بر فرستادن یوسف علیه السلام به زندان و فرمان بردن زلیخا ایشان را / Section 57 - The Women of Egypt Inciting Zulaykha to Send Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, to Prison, and Zulaykha Complying with Them

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چو از دستان آن ببریده دستان
همه از خودپرستی بت پرستان

دل یوسف نگشت از عصمت خویش
بسی از پیشتر شد عصمتش بیش

همه خفاش آن خورشید گشتند
ز نور قرب وی نومید گشتند

زلیخا را غبارانگیز کردند
به زندان کردن او تیز کردند

بدو گفتند کای مسکین مظلوم
نبوده مستحقی چون تو محروم

چو یوسف گرچه نبود حورزادی
نیابی هرگز از وصلش مرادی

شدیم از پند گویی سخت کشتی
زبان کردیم سوهان از درشتی

ولی سوهان نگیرد آهن او
نباشد غیر رو سختی فن او

چو کوره ساز زندان را بر او گرم
بود زان کوره گردد آهنش نرم

چو گردد نرم از آتش طبع پولاد
ازو چیزی تواند ساخت استاد

ز گرمی نرم اگر نتواندش کرد
چه حاصل زانکه کوبد آهن سرد

زلیخا را چو زان جادوزبانان
شد از زندان امید وصل جانان

برای راحت خود رنج از خواست
در آن ویران مقام گنج او ساخت

چو نبود عشق عاشق را کمالی
نبندد جز مراد خود خیالی

طفیل خویش خواهد یار خود را
به کام خویش سازد کار خود را

به بوی یک گل از بستان معشوق
زند صد خار غم بر جان معشوق

زلیا با عزیز آمیخت یک شب
ز دل این غصه بیرون ریخت یک شب

که گشتم زین پسر بدنام در مصر
شدم رسوای خاص و عام در مصر

درین قولند مرد و زن موافق
که من بر وی ز جانم گشته عاشق

درین هامون شکار تیر اویم
به خاک و خون طپان نخجیر اویم

به جانم تیر او چندان نشسته ست
که پیکان بر سر پیکان نشسته ست

سر یک مویم از عشقش تهی نیست
به عشق او ز خویشم آگهی نیست

در آن فکرم که دفع این گمان را
سوی زندان فرستم آن جوان را

به هر کویش به عجز و نامرادی
بگردانم منادی در منادی

که این باشد سزای آن بداندیش
که انبازی کند با خواجه خویش

نیندیشد ز قهر جانخراشش
نهد پای تمنا در فراشش

چو مردم قهر من با او ببینند
ازان ناخوش گمان یکسو نشینند

عزیز اندیشه او را پسندید
ز استصواب آن طبعش بخندید

بگفتا من تفکر پیشه کردم
درین معنی بسی اندیشه کردم

نچیدم گوهری به زانکه سفتی
نیامد در دلم به زانچه گفتی

به دست توست اکنون اختیارش
ز راه خویشتن بنشان غبارش

زلیخا از وی این رخصت چو بشنید
سوی یوسف عنان کید پیچید

که ای کام دل و مقصود جانم
به عالم جز تو مقصودی ندانم

عزیزم با تو بالا دست کرده ست
سرت را زیر حکمم پست کرده ست

اگر خواهم به زندان سازمت جای
وگر خواهم به گردون سایمت پای

بنه سر سرکشی تا چند با من
برآ خوش ناخوشی تا چند با من

قدم زن در مقام سازگاری
مرا از غم رهان خود را ز خواری

اگر کامم دهی کامت برآرم
به اوج کبریا نامت برآرم

وگر نی صد در محنت گشاده
پی زجر تو زندان ایستاده

به رویم خرم و خندان نشینی
ازان بهتر که در زندان نشینی

زبان بگشاد یوسف در خطابش
بداد آنسان که می دانی جوابش

زلیخا از جواب او برآشفت
به سرهنگان بی فرهنگ خود گفت

که زرین افسرش از سر فکندند
خشن پشمینه اش در بر فکندند

ز آهن بند بر سیمش نهادند
به گردن طوق تسلیمش نهادند

به سان عیسی اش بر خر نشاندند
به هر کویی ز مصر آن خر براندند

منادی زن منادی بر کشیده
که هر سرکش غلام شوخ دیده

که گیرد شیوه بی حرمتی پیش
نهد پا در فراش خواجه خویش

بود لایق که همچون ناپسندان
بدین خواری برندش سوی زندان

ولی خلقی ز هر سو در تماشا
همی گفتند حاشا ثم حاشا

کزین روی نکو بدکاری آید
وز این دلدار دل آزاری آید

فرشته ست این به صد پاکی سرشته
نیاید کار شیطان از فرشته

نکو رو می کشد از خوی بد پای
چه خوش گفت آن نکو روی نکورای

که هر کس در جهان نیکوست رویش
بسی بهتر ز روی اوست خویش

به صورت هر که زشت آمد سرشتش
به است از خوی زشتش روی زشتش

چنان کز زشت نیکویی نیاید
ز نیکو نیز بدخویی نیاید

بدینسان تا به زندانش ببردند
به عیاران زندانش سپردند

چو آن دل زنده در زندان درآمد
به جسم مرده گویی جان درآمد

در آن محنتسرا افتاد جوشی
برآمد زان گرفتاران خروشی

شدند از مقدم آن شاه خوبان
همه زنجیریان زنجیر کوبان

به پا شد بندشان قید ارادت
به گردن غلشان طوق سعادت

به شادی شد به دل اندوه ایشان
کم از کاهی غم چون کوه ایشان

بلی هر جا رسد حورا سرشتی
اگر دوزخ بود گردد بهشتی

به هر جا یار گلرخسار گردد
اگر گلخن بود گلزار گردد

چو در زندان گرفت از جنبش آرام
به زندانبان زلیخا داد پیغام

کزین پس محنتش مپسند بر دل
ز گردن غل ز پایش بند بگسل

تن سیمینش از پشمین مفرسای
به زرکش حله سروش را بیارای

بشوی از فرق او گرد نژندی
ز تاج حشمتش ده سربلندی

یکی خانه برای او جدا کن
جدا از دیگران آنجاش جا کن

معطر دار دیوار و درش را
منور ساز طاق و منظرش را

زمینش را ز سندس مفرش انداز
ز استبرق بساط دلکش انداز

در آن خانه چو منزل ساخت یوسف
بساط بندگی انداخت یوسف

رخ آورد آنچنان کش بود عادت
در آن منزل به محرات عبادت

چون مردان در مقام صبر بنشست
به شکر آنکه از کید زنان رست

نیفتد در جهان کس را بلایی
که ناید زان بلا بوی عطایی

اسیری کز بلا باشد هراسان
کند بوی عطا دشوارش آسان

English translation

When those hand-severing women had finished their stratagem, All of them idolaters through self-worship, Joseph's heart did not turn from its chastity; Indeed, his chastity grew much stronger than before.

They all became bats before that sun And despaired of the light of nearness to him. They stirred up a cloud of dust around Zulaykha And fiercely urged her to imprison him.

They said to her, 'O poor, wronged woman, No deserving person has ever been deprived like you. Though Joseph is not the offspring of a houri, You will never attain your desire for union with him.

We suffered greatly from offering him counsel; Through harshness we made our tongues into files. Yet no file can bite into his iron, For his only art is hardness of face.

Heat the prison like a furnace for him; Perhaps its furnace will soften his iron. Once steel's nature is softened by fire, A master can fashion something from it.

If heat cannot make him soft, What use is there in hammering cold iron?' When those magic-tongued women made Zulaykha Hope that prison might bring union with her beloved,

For the sake of her own comfort, she sought suffering from him And made that ruin the dwelling place of her treasure. When a lover's love has not attained perfection, The lover imagines nothing beyond personal desire.

Such a lover wants the beloved as an appendage to the self And arranges everything according to personal pleasure. For the scent of one flower from the beloved's garden, The lover drives a hundred thorns of sorrow into the beloved's soul.

One night Zulaykha joined Aziz And poured this grief out from her heart: 'I have become notorious in Egypt because of this youth; I have been disgraced before high and low throughout Egypt.

Men and women agree in saying That I have fallen in love with him heart and soul. Across this plain I am the quarry of his arrow, His wounded prey, writhing in dust and blood.

So many of his arrows are lodged within my soul That arrowhead rests upon arrowhead. Not a hair's breadth of me is empty of love for him; Through love of him, I have lost awareness of myself.

I am considering, to dispel this suspicion, Sending that young man to prison. Through every quarter, in humiliation and frustration, I shall have proclamation follow proclamation:

This is the punishment of the malicious man Who seeks to share his master's bed, Who does not fear his master's soul-rending wrath And sets the foot of desire upon his couch.

When people see my wrath against him, They will turn aside from that ugly suspicion.' Aziz approved her plan, And his disposition smiled upon its soundness.

He said, 'I have made reflection my practice And have thought deeply about this matter. I found no jewel better than the one you pierced; Nothing better than what you said occurred to my mind.

His fate is now in your hands; Remove the dust of suspicion from your path.' When Zulaykha heard this permission from him, She turned the reins of guile toward Joseph.

'O desire of my heart and purpose of my soul, I know no purpose in the world but you. Aziz has given me authority over you And placed your head beneath my command.

If I wish, I can make prison your dwelling; If I wish, I can raise your feet to touch the heavens. Lay down your rebellious head—how long will you oppose me? Be reconciled—how long will you remain hostile to me?

Step into the station of accord; Deliver me from grief and yourself from disgrace. If you grant my desire, I shall fulfill yours And raise your name to the summit of grandeur.

Otherwise, a hundred doors of affliction stand open, And prison waits to torment you. It is better to sit before me cheerful and smiling Than to sit within a prison.'

Joseph opened his tongue to answer her And gave the reply that you already know. Zulaykha was enraged by his answer And told her uncultured officers

To cast the golden crown from his head, To throw a coarse woolen garment over him, To place iron shackles upon his silver limbs, And fasten the collar of submission around his neck.

Like Jesus, they seated him upon a donkey And drove that donkey through every quarter of Egypt. A herald, raising proclamation after proclamation, cried: 'Every impudent, rebellious slave

Who adopts the practice of disrespect And sets foot upon his master's bed Deserves, like the contemptible, To be taken in such disgrace to prison.'

But crowds gathered from every side to watch, And they said, 'God forbid, God forbid! Could wrongdoing issue from such a beautiful face, Or cruelty from one so lovely?

He is an angel, formed of a hundred kinds of purity; The work of Satan cannot come from an angel. The beautiful-faced person withdraws from an evil nature. How well that handsome, wise man said:

Whoever has a beautiful face in this world Has a character far more beautiful than the face. Whoever's nature appears ugly in form— An ugly face is better than an ugly character.

Just as goodness cannot come from ugliness, So evil nature cannot come from beauty.' In this manner they took him to prison And entrusted him to the prison guards.

When that living-hearted one entered the prison, It was as though a soul entered a dead body. A tumult arose in that abode of affliction, And a cry rose from the captives.

At the arrival of that king of the beautiful, All the chained prisoners struck their chains. The fetters on their feet became bonds of devotion, And the shackles on their necks became collars of felicity.

Their heartfelt sorrow turned to joy, And their mountain-like grief weighed less than straw. Indeed, wherever one of paradisal nature arrives, Even if it is hell, it becomes paradise.

Wherever the rose-faced beloved makes a home, Even a furnace room becomes a rose garden. When Joseph ceased moving about and settled in prison, Zulaykha sent a message to the jailer:

'From now on, do not allow his heart to suffer; Break the shackle from his neck and the fetter from his foot. Do not chafe his silver body with wool; Adorn his cypress-like form with gold-brocaded robes.

Wash the dust of dejection from his head; Exalt him with the crown of magnificence. Prepare a separate chamber for him And lodge him there apart from the others.

Keep its walls and doors fragrant; Make its vault and outlook radiant. Spread a carpet of fine silk upon its floor, And lay out a delightful furnishing of brocade.'

When Joseph made his dwelling in that chamber, He spread out the carpet of servitude. As was his custom, he turned his face Toward the prayer niche of worship in that dwelling.

Like the steadfast, he sat in the station of patience, Giving thanks that he had escaped the women's guile. No affliction befalls anyone in this world Without the fragrance of a gift coming from that affliction.

A captive who is terrified by suffering Finds hardship made easy by the fragrance of the gift.

Updated 2026-07-18

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