1Cademy - بخش ۵۶ - تنگ شدن کار بر سلامان از ملالت بسیار شاه و حکیم را گذاشتن و با ابسال راه گریز برداشتن / Section 56 - Things Becoming Difficult for Salaman Due to Excessive Reproach, Leaving the King and the Sage, and Taking the Path of Flight with Absal

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بخش ۵۶ - تنگ شدن کار بر سلامان از ملالت بسیار شاه و حکیم را گذاشتن و با ابسال راه گریز برداشتن / Section 56 - Things Becoming Difficult for Salaman Due to Excessive Reproach, Leaving the King and the Sage, and Taking the Path of Flight with Absal

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هر کجا از عشق جانی در هم است
محنت اندر محنت و غم در غم است

خاصه عشقی کش ملامت یار شد
گفت و گوی ناصحان بسیار شد

از ملامت سخت گردد کار عشق
وز ملامتگر فزون تیمار عشق

بی ملامت عشق جان پروردن است
چون ملامت یار شد خون خوردن است

چون سلامان آن ملامت ها شنید
جان شیرینش ز غم بر لب رسید

مهر ابسال از درون او نکند
لیک شوری در درون او فکند

مشرب عذب و صالش تلخ شد
غره ماه نشاطش سلخ شد

بر نیامد هیچ جا از وی دمی
کش نیفتاد از ملامت ماتمی

جانش از تیر ملامت ریش گشت
در دل اندوهی که بودش بیش گشت

می بکاهد از ملامت جان مرد
صبر بر وی کی بود امکان مرد

می توان یک زخم خورد از تیغ تیز
چون پیاپی شد چه چاره جز گریز

روزها اندیشه کاری پیشه کرد
بارها در کار خویش اندیشه کرد

با هزار اندیشه در تدبیر کار
یافت کارش بر فرار آخر قرار

کرد خاطر از وطن پرداخته
محملی از بهر رفتن ساخته

چون درآمد شب روان محمل ببست
تنگ با ابسال در محمل نشست

هم سلامان نغز هم ابسال نغز
محمل از هر دو چو بادام دو مغز

وقت رفتن رفته سر بر دوش هم
گاه خفتن خفته در آغوش هم

هر دو را پهلو به پهلو متصل
بود محمل تنگ ازان رفتن نه دل

یار بی اغیار چون در بر بود
خانه هر چند تنگتر بهتر بود

بلکه هر جا یار را افتد درنگ
کی بود بر عاشق دلخسته تنگ

English translation

Wherever a soul is entangled in love, It is hardship upon hardship and grief upon grief. Especially a love where reproach becomes its companion, And the counsel of advisors grows excessive. By reproach, the work of love becomes arduous, And by the reproacher, the anxiety of love increases. Without reproach, love is the nurturing of the soul; When reproach becomes its partner, it is the drinking of blood. When Salaman heard those reproaches, His sweet soul reached his lips from grief. It did not uproot the love of Absal from within him, But it cast a tumult into his heart. The sweet watering-place of his union turned bitter, And the crescent of the month of his joy reached its end. No breath escaped from him anywhere Without a mourning falling upon him from reproach. His soul was wounded by the arrow of reproach, And the sorrow in his heart grew even greater. A man's soul wastes away under reproach; How could patience be possible for him? One can endure a single wound from a sharp sword, But when they strike repeatedly, what choice is there but flight? For days, he made planning his pursuit; Many times, he contemplated his situation. With a thousand thoughts in planning the deed, His affair finally settled upon flight. He cleared his mind of his homeland And prepared a litter for the journey. When night fell, he secretly bound the litter And sat tightly with Absal inside it. Both Salaman was beautiful, and Absal was lovely— The litter held both like a double-kerneled almond. When traveling, they went with heads on each other's shoulders; When sleeping, they lay in each other's embrace. Both of them side by side, joined together, The litter was narrow for that journey, but not their hearts. When the beloved is in one's embrace without rivals, The tighter the house, the better it is. Indeed, wherever the beloved pauses, How can it ever feel cramped for the weary lover?

Updated 2026-07-07

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