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بخش ۱۷ - در نیام منام دیدن زلیخا نوبت اول تیغ آفتاب جمال یوسف را علیه السلام و کشته عشق شدن وی به آن تیغ نهفته در نیام / Section 17 - Zulaikha Beholds in a Dream for the First Time the Sun-Sword of Joseph's Beauty, Peace Be Upon Him, and Is Slain by Love for That Sword Hidden in Its Sheath

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ز کنگردار کاخ شهریاری
چو حارس دیده شکل کوکناری

به بیداری نمانده دیگرش تاب
خواص کوکنارش کرده در خواب

ستاره از دهل کوبی دهل کوب
هجوم خواب دستش بسته بر چوب

نکرده مؤذن از گلبانگ یا حی
فراش غفلت شب مردگان طی

زلیخا آن به لبها شکر ناب
شده بر نرگسش شیرین شکر خواب

سرش سوده به بالین جعد سنبل
تنش داده به بستر خرمن گل

ز بالین سنبلش در هم شکسته
به گل تار حریرش نقش بسته

به خوابش چشم صورت بین غنوده
ولی چشم دگر از دل گشوده

در آمد از درش ناگه جوانی
چه می گویم جوانی نی که جانی

همایون پیکری از عالم نور
به باغ خلد کرده غارت حور

ربوده سر به سر حسن و جمالش
گرفته یک به یک غنج و دلالش

کشیده قامتی چون تازه شمشاد
به آزادی غلامش سرو آزاد

ز بر آویخته زلفی چو زنجیر
خرد را بسته دست و پای تدبیر

فروزان لمعه نور از جبینش
مه و خورشید را رو بر زمینش

مقوس ابرویش محراب پاکان
معنبر سایه بان بر خوابناکان

رخش ماهی ز اوج برج فردوس
ز ابرو کرده آن مه خانه در قوس

مکحل نرگسش از سرمه ناز
ز مژگان بر جگرها ناوک انداز

دو لعلش از تبسم در شکر ریز
دهانش در تکلم شکر آمیز

بریق درش از لعل درافشان
چو از گلگون شفق برق درخشان

به خنده از ثریا نور می ریخت
نمک از پسته پرشور می ریخت

ذقن چون سیبی از غبغب مطوق
ز سیب آویخته آبی معلق

به گل خال رخش از مشک داغی
گرفته آشیان زاغی به باغی

ز سیمش ساعد و بازو توانگر
ز بی سیمی میان چون موی لاغر

زلیخا چون به رویش دیده بگشاد
به یک دیدارش افتاد آنچه افتاد

جمالی دید از حد بشر دور
ندیده از پری نشنیده از حور

ز حسن صورت و لطف شمایل
اسیرش شد به یک دل نی به صد دل

گرفت از قامتش در دل خیالی
نشاند از دوستی در جان نهالی

ز رویش آتشی در سینه افروخت
وز آن آتش متاع صبر و دین سوخت

وز آن عنبر فشان گیسوی دلبند
به هر مو رشته جان کرد پیوند

ز طاق ابرویش با ناله شد جفت
ز خواب آلوده چشمش غرق خون گفت

دل تنگ از لبش تنگ شکر ساخت
ز دندانش مژه عقد گهر ساخت

ز سیمین ساعدش شست از خرد دست
میانش را کمر در بندگی بست

به رویش دید مشکین خال دلکش
نشست از وی سپند آسا بر آتش

ز سیب غبغبش آسیب جان دید
بدانسان سیبی آسان کی توان چید

بنامیزد چه زیبا صورتی بود
که صورت کاست و اندر معنی افزود

زلیخا از زلیخایی رمیده
ازان صورت به معنی آرمیده

ازان معنی اگر آگاه بودی
یکی از واصلان راه بودی

ولی چون بود در صورت گرفتار
نشد در اول از معنی خبردار

همه در بند پنداریم مانده
به صورتها گرفتاریم مانده

ز صورت گر نه معنی رو نماید
کجا یک دل سوی صورت گراید

یقین داند که در کوزه نمی هست
ازان در گردن آرد تشنه اش دست

چو سازد غرقه دریای زلالش
نیاید یاد نم دیده سفالش

شبی خوش همچو صبح زندگانی
نشاط افزا چو ایام جوانی

ز جنبش مرغ و ماهی آرمیده
حوادث پای در دامن کشیده

درین بستانسرای پر نظاره
نمانده باز جز چشم ستاره

ربوده دزد شب هوش عسس را
زبان بسته جرس جنبان جرس را

سگان را طوق گشته حلقه دم
در آن حلقه ره فریادشان گم

ز شهپر مرغ شب خنجر کشیده
ز بانگ صبح نای خود بریده

English translation

From the battlements of the royal palace, The watchman's eye had taken the form of a poppy.

No strength for wakefulness remained within him; The poppy's properties had put him to sleep.

The star, the drummer who beat the drum, Had its hand bound to the stick by sleep's assault.

Before the muezzin's cry of 'O Living One,' The attendant of heedlessness had rolled up the dead of night.

Zulaikha, whose lips were pure sugar, Had sweet, sugar-like sleep upon her narcissus eyes.

Her head rubbed against a pillow of hyacinth curls; Her body had given the bed a harvest of roses.

The hyacinths of her pillow had become disheveled; Their silken strands had traced patterns upon the roses.

In sleep, her eye that sees outward forms was closed, But another eye, the eye of her heart, was open.

Suddenly a young man entered through her door— Why do I call him a young man? No, he was a soul.

An auspicious figure from the realm of light, Who had plundered the houris in the garden of Paradise.

His beauty and loveliness had robbed them of everything; One by one, he had taken all their coquetries and charms.

His stature rose like a fresh boxwood; The free cypress was a slave to his grace.

From his shoulders hung tresses like chains, Binding the hands and feet of reason's contrivance.

A radiant gleam of light shone from his brow, Casting the moon and sun face down upon the earth.

His arched eyebrow was the sanctuary of the pure, A musk-scented canopy above his drowsy eyes.

His face was a moon at the summit of Paradise's sphere; Beneath his eyebrow, that moon had made its home in the bow.

His narcissus eyes were darkened with the kohl of coyness; From his lashes he shot arrows into hearts.

His two rubies scattered sugar when he smiled; When his mouth spoke, its words were mixed with sugar.

The glitter of his pearl-scattering rubies Was like brilliant lightning in a rose-colored twilight.

When he laughed, he poured down light from the Pleiades; From his spirited pistachio mouth, he scattered wit and charm.

His chin was like an apple encircled by its soft folds, With a drop of water suspended beneath that apple.

The mole upon the rose of his cheek was a brand of musk, Like a raven that had made its nest within a garden.

His forearm and upper arm were rich in silver; For want of silver, his waist was slender as a hair.

When Zulaikha opened her eyes upon his face, At a single sight, whatever had to befall her befell.

She saw a beauty far beyond the bounds of humankind, Never seen among fairies nor heard of among houris.

By the beauty of his form and the grace of his features, She became his captive with not one heart, but a hundred.

She took the image of his stature into her heart And planted a sapling of love within her soul.

His face kindled a fire within her breast, And in that fire the stores of patience and faith were burned.

From those amber-scattering, heart-binding tresses, She joined every strand of hair to a thread of her life.

At the arch of his eyebrow she became the companion of lamentation; To his sleep-laden eye she spoke, drowned in blood.

Her straitened heart made a narrow sugar-casket of his lips; From his teeth, her lashes fashioned a string of pearls.

At his silver forearm she washed her hands of reason; She bound her waist in servitude to his slender waist.

Upon his face she saw the captivating musk-dark mole, And because of it sat upon the fire like wild rue.

From the apple of his chin she suffered injury to her soul; How could such an apple ever be plucked with ease?

God be praised, what a beautiful form it was— A form that diminished outward form and increased inner meaning.

Zulaikha fled from her own Zulaikha-self; Through that form, she found repose in meaning.

Had she been aware of that meaning, She would have become one of those united with the Way.

But because she remained captive to outward form, At first she did not become aware of the meaning.

We have all remained imprisoned by illusion; We have all remained captive to forms.

If meaning did not show its face through form, How could any heart incline toward form?

The thirsty person knows with certainty that water is in the jug; That is why he puts his hand around its neck.

When the jug's limpid sea has submerged him, He no longer remembers the damp clay of its vessel.

It was a night as delightful as the dawn of life, Increasing joy like the days of youth.

Bird and fish had fallen still from motion; Events had drawn their feet beneath their skirts.

In this garden-house filled with spectacle, Nothing remained awake but the eye of the stars.

The thief of night had stolen the watchman's senses; It had bound the tongue of the one who swung the bell.

The dogs' curled tails had become collars, And within those rings the path of their barking was lost.

The bird of night had drawn a dagger from its wing, And, fearing the morning's cry, had cut its own flute.

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