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بخش ۶۵ - آمدن زلیخا به سر راه یوسف علیه السلام و از نی خانه ای ساختن تا از آواز گذشتن سپاه وی خرسندی یابد / Section 65 - Zulaykha Coming to Wait upon Joseph's Road, Peace Be Upon Him, and Making Herself a Reed Hut so that She Might Find Contentment from the Sound of His Troops Passing By

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زلیخا را ز تنهایی چو جان کاست
به راه یوسف از نی خانه ای خواست

بدو کردند نی بستی حواله
چو موسیقار پر فریاد و ناله

چو کردی از جدایی ناله آغاز
جدا برخاستی از هر نی آواز

چو از هجر آتش اندر وی گرفتی
ز آهش شعله در هر نی گرفتی

در آن نی بست بود افتاده خسته
چو صیدی تیرها گردش نشسته

ولی از ذوق عشقش چون اثر بود
بر او هر تیرگویی نیشکر بود

بر آخر داشت یوسف دیوزادی
سپهر اندازه ای گردون نهادی

تکاور ابلقی چون چرخ فیروز
ز شب بسته هزاران وصله بر روز

ز نور و ظلمت اندر وی نشانه
برابر چون شب و روز زمانه

گره بر خوشه چرخ از دم او
شکن در کاسه بدر از سم او

به هر سمش هلالی بسته از زر
ز سیم اختر رخشان مسمر

به زخم سم چو سنگ خاره خستی
ز هر ماه نوش سیاره جستی

اگر نعلش پریدی در تک و دو
به چرخ اندر نشستی چون مه نو

گذشتی در شکارستان نخجیر
پران از پهلوی نخجیر چون تیر

گرش میدان شدی از غرب تا شرق
به یک جستن پریدی گرم چون برق

اگر گردش نه پا زو پس کشیدی
به گردش باد صرصر کی رسیدی

به راه ار چه شدی پر قطره از خوی
ندیدی هیچ کس یک قطره از وی

به خوش رفتن در آن خوی بودیش میل
چو آن گرد آمده از قطره ها سیل

چو گنجی بود از گوهر روانه
بری ز آسیب مار تازیانه

بر آخر گر شدی رام و فروتن
گرفتی خدمتش گردون به گردن

بدادیش ار درآوردی به آن سر
به سطل ماه آب از چشمه خور

مهیا ساختی در هر شبانگاه
جوش از سنبله وز کهکشان کاه

ز شعر چشمه دار شب مه و سال
پی جو کردیش آماده غربال

ز سدره سبحه خوان مرغان گزیدی
که تا سنگ از جوش چون دانه چیدی

دو پیکر بود از زینش مثالی
رکاب از هر طرف تابان هلالی

چو یوسف در هلالش پای کردی
چو ماه اندر دو پیکر جای کردی

کشیدی زیر ران او صهیلی
که رفتی هر طرف اضعاف میلی

به هر جا هر که بشنیدی صهیلش
نبودی حاجت کوس رحیلش

شتابان سوی آن شاه آمدندی
چو سیاره پی ماه آمدندی

زلیخا نیز چون آن را شنیدی
ازان نی بست خود بیرون خزیدی

به حسرت بر سر راهش نشستی
خروشان بر گذرگاهش نشستی

چو بی یوسف رسیدی خیلی از راه
به طنزش کودکان کردندی آگاه

که اینک در رسید از راه یوسف
به رویی رشک مهر و ماه یوسف

زلیخا گفتی از یوسف در اینان
نمی یابم نشان ای نازنینان

به دل زین طنز مپسندید داغم
که ناید بوی یوسف در دماغم

به هر منزل که آن دلدار گردد
جهان پر نافه تاتار گردد

به هر محمل که آن جانان نشیند
شمیمش در مشام جان نشیند

چو یوسف در رسیدی با گروهی
کز ایشان در دل افتادی شکوهی

بگفتندی که از یوسف خبر نیست
درین قوم از قدوم او اثر نیست

بگفتی در فریب من مکوشید
قدوم دوست را از من مپوشید

بتی کش شاه ملک جان توان داشت
قدومش را کجا پنهان توان داشت

نسیمش باغ جان را تازه سازد
نه تنها جان جهان را تازه سازد

چو جان را تازگی همراه گردد
ازان جان تازه کن آگاه گردد

چو کردی گوش آن حیران مهجور
ز چاووشان صدای دور شو دور

زدی افغان که من عمریست دورم
به صد محنت درین دوری صبورم

نباشد بیش ازینم تاب دوری
نجویم دوری الا از صبوری

ز جانان تا به کی مهجور باشم
همان بهتر که از خود دور باشم

بگفتی این و بیهوش اوفتادی
ز خود کرده فراموش اوفتادی

ز جام بیخودی از دست رفتی
چنان بیخود به آن نی بست رفتی

در آن نیها چو دم از جان ناشاد
دمیدی خاستی افغان و فریاد

بدین دستور بودی روزگاری
نبودی غیر ازینش کار و باری

English translation

When loneliness wore away Zulaykha's soul like life itself, she asked for a reed hut upon Joseph's road. They assigned to her a reed enclosure, like a pan-pipe, full of clamor and lament. When she would begin to wail from separation, a separate voice would rise from every reed. When the fire of parting took hold within her, from her sigh a flame would catch in every reed. In that reed hut she lay fallen and wounded, like a prey with arrows settled all around it. Yet, since the relish of love had left its mark on her, to her each arrow was, as it were, sugar-cane. In his stable Joseph kept a demon-born steed, of the measure of the sky, set like the firmament. A swift piebald like the turquoise wheel of heaven, out of night it had bound a thousand patches upon day. Of light and of darkness there were marks upon it, matched like the night and day of passing time. A knot upon the sphere's cluster of stars from its tail, a dent in the cup of the full moon from its hoof. On each hoof a crescent bound of gold, nailed fast with shining stars of silver. When with the blow of its hoof it struck the hard flint, from each strike a planet-like spark would leap. If its shoe flew loose in its running, it would settle in the sky like a new moon. When it passed through the hunting-ground of game, it flew past the quarry's flank like an arrow. Were the field to stretch from the west to the east, in a single bound it would fly, hot as lightning. Had it not drawn back its feet as it wheeled, when could the raging storm-wind ever match its course? Though on the road it grew full of beads of sweat, no one ever saw a single drop upon it. In moving so gracefully it took delight in that sweat, as gathered dust becomes a flood of scattered drops. It was like a treasure of flowing jewels, safe from the harm of the serpent that is the whip. If in the stable it grew tame and humble, the heavens would take its service upon their neck. They would bring it, if it lifted its head to drink, water in the moon's pail from the sun's own spring. Each nightfall it would make ready for it barley from Virgo and straw from the Milky Way. From Sirius, keeper of the spring of night, month, and year, they made ready a sieve to sift its barley. From the Lote-tree they chose the rosary-chanting birds, so that it might peck the pebbles up like grain. Its saddle was a very image of Gemini, the stirrup on either side a gleaming crescent. When Joseph set his foot within its crescent, like the moon he took his seat in Gemini. Beneath his thigh it drew forth such a neigh that it carried manifold miles in every direction. Wherever anyone heard its neighing, there was no need for the drum of departure. Hastening they would come toward that king, like planets they would come following the moon. Zulaykha too, when she heard that sound, would creep out of her reed enclosure. In longing she would sit at the head of his road, crying out she would sit upon his path. When a troop arrived on the road without Joseph, the children would mockingly bring her word, saying: Behold, Joseph has come upon the road, Joseph, whose face is the envy of sun and moon. Zulaykha would say: of Joseph, among these, I find no sign, O dear ones. Do not, with this mockery, brand my heart, for Joseph's scent does not reach my senses. At every stage where that beloved passes, the world grows full of Tartar musk. In every litter where that darling sits, his fragrance settles in the nostrils of the soul. When Joseph would arrive with a company from whom a majesty fell upon the heart, they would say: There is no news of Joseph, in this company there is no trace of his coming. She would say: Do not strive to deceive me, do not hide the coming of the friend from me. An idol one may hold as king of the realm of the soul, how can his coming be kept hidden? His breeze freshens the garden of the soul, not only freshens the soul of the world. When freshness comes as a companion to the soul, become aware of that reviver of the soul. When that bewildered, forsaken one gave ear to the heralds' cry of 'Away, move away!' she would cry out: For a lifetime I have been far, with a hundred torments I endure in this parting. I have no more strength than this for distance; I seek distance only from patient endurance. From the beloved, how long shall I be sundered? Better still that I be far from my own self. She would say this and fall unconscious, forgetting her own self she would fall. From the cup of self-oblivion she slipped from her own hands, so beside herself she went into that reed hut. Into those reeds, when a breath from her joyless soul she breathed, cries and laments would rise. In this manner she lived on for a time; she had no other work or occupation but this.

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