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بخش ۲۰ - خواب دیدن زلیخا یوسف را علیه السلام نوبت دوم و سلسله عشق وی جنبیدن و وی را در ورطه جنون کشیدن / Section 20 - Zulaykha Dreams of Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, for the Second Time; the Chain of Her Love Stirs and Draws Her into the Abyss of Madness

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خوش آن دل کاندر او منزل کند عشق
ز کار عالمش غافل کند عشق

در او رخشنده برقی برفروزد
که صبر و هوش را خرمن بسوزد

نماند در وی اندوه سلامت
شود کاهی بر او کوه ملامت

چنان جانش ملامت کیش گردد
که عشقش از ملامت بیش گردد

زلیخا همچو مه می کاست سالی
پس از سالی که شد بدرش هلالی

هلال آسا شبی پشت خمیده
نشسته در شفق از خون دیده

همی گفت ای فلک با من چه کردی
رساندی آفتابم را به زردی

فکندی چون کمانم ز استقامت
نشانم کردی از تیر ملامت

به دست سرکشی دادی عنانم
کزو جز سرکشی چیزی ندانم

نهاده در دلم از مهر تابی
بخیلی می کند با من به خوابی

به بیداری نگردد همنشینم
نیاید هم که در خوابش ببینم

نشان بخت بیداریست آن خواب
که در وی بینم آن ماه جهانتاب

نگیرد چشم من در خفتن آرام
ز بخت خویشتن خوابش دهم وام

بود بختم شود از خواب بیدار
نماید یارم اندر خواب دیدار

همی گفت این سخن تا پاسی از شب
رسده جانش از اندوه بر لب

ز ناگه زین خیالش خواب بربود
نبود آن خواب بل بیهوشیی بود

هنوزش تن نیاسوده به بستر
درآمد آرزوی جانش از در

همان صورت کز اول زد بر او راه
درآمد با رخی روشنتر از ماه

نظر چون بر رخ زیبایش انداخت
ز جا برجست و سر در پایش انداخت

زمین بوسید کای سرو گل اندام
که هم صبرم ز دل بردی هم آرام

به آن صانع که از نور آفریدت
ز هر آلایشی دور آفریدت

تو را بر خیل خوبان سروری داد
به لطف از آب حیوان برتری داد

قدت را گلبن بستان جان ساخت
لبت را مایه قوت روان ساخت

ز روی دلفروزت شمعی افروخت
که چون پروانه مرغ جان من سوخت

ز مشکین گیسوان دادت کمندی
که بر من زو به هر موییست بندی

تنم را ساخت چون موی از میانت
دلم را تنگ چون میم دهانت

که بر جان من بیدل ببخشای
به پاسخ لعل شکر بار بگشای

بگو با این جمال و دلستانی
کیی تو وز کدامین خاندانی

درخشان گوهری کانت کدام است
گرامی شاهی ایوانت کدام است

بگفتا از نژاد آدمم من
ز جنس آب و خاک عالمم من

کنی دعوی که هستم بر تو عاشق
اگر هستی درین گفتار صادق

حق مهر و وفای من نگه دار
به بی جفتی رضای من نگه دار

مکن دندان رسیده شکرت را
مساز الماس دیده گوهرت را

تو را از من اگر بر سینه داغ است
نپنداری کزان داغم فراغ است

مرا هم دل به دام توست در بند
ز داغ عشق تو هستم نشانمند

زلیخا چون بدید آن مهربانی
ز لعل او شنید آن نکته رانی

گرفت از نو پری دیوانه ای را
فتاد آتش به جان پروانه ای را

سری مست خیال از خواب برخاست
جگر پر سوز و جان پر تاب برخاست

به دل اندوه او انبوهتر شد
به گردون دودش از اندوه بر شد

یکی صد گشت سودایی که بودش
ز حد بگذشت غوغایی که بودش

زمام عقل بیرون رفتش از دست
ز بند پند و قید مصلحت رست

همی زد همچو غنچه جیب جان چاک
چو لاله خون دل می ریخت بر خاک

گهی از مهر رویش روی می کند
گهی بر یاد زلفش موی می کند

پرستاران به هر سویش نشستند
به گرد مه چو هاله حلقه بستند

اگر زان حلقه بودی هیچ تقصیر
برون جستی ز حلقه راست چون تیر

وگر نگرفتیش آن حلقه دامان
سوی برزن شدی سروش خرامان

وگر بندش نکردی غنچه کردار
چو گل بی پرده کردی رو به بازار

پدر زان واقعه چون گشت آگاه
دوا جو شد ز دانایان درگاه

به تدبیرش به هر راهی دویدند
به از زنجیر تدبیری ندیدند

بفرمودند پیچان ماری از زر
که باشد مهره دار از لعل و گوهر

به سیمین ساقش آن مار گهر سنج
درآمد حلقه زن چون مار بر گنج

زلیخا بود گنج خوبی آری
بود هر گنج را ناچار ماری

چو زرین مار زیر دامنش خفت
ز دیده مهره می بارید و می گفت

مرا پای دل اندر عشق بند است
همان بندم ازین عالم پسند است

سبک دستی چرخ عمر فرسای
بدین بندم چرا سازد گران پای

مرا خود قوت پایی نمانده ست
به هیچ آمد شدن رایی نمانده ست

به این بند گران پا بستنم چیست
بدین تیغ جفا دل خستنم چیست

فرو رفته ست پای سرو در گل
ره جنبش بر او گشته ست مشکل

چه حکمت باغبان بیند درین باب
که زنجیرش نهد بر پای از آب

به پای دلبری زنجیر باید
که در یک لحظه هوش از من رباید

نباشد در نظر چندان درنگش
که بینم سیر روی لاله رنگش

ز من چون برق رخشان بگذرد زود
بر آرد از دل پر آتشم دود

اگر یاری دهد بخت بلندم
بدین زنجیر زر پایش ببندم

ببینم روی او چندان که خواهم
بدو روشن شود روز سیاهم

چه می گویم نگاری ناز پرورد
که گر بر پشت پا بنشیندش گرد

به روی جان نشیند کوه دردم
بساط شادمانی درنوردم

پسندم کی فتد بر خاطرش بار
به سیمین ساق او از بند آزار

مرا صد تیغ خوشتر بر دل تنگ
که در دامان او خاری زند چنگ

ازین افسانه های عاشقانه
یکی افتاد ناگه در نشانه

فتاد از زخم آن در سینه اش چاک
چو صید زخمناک افتاد بر خاک

به بیهوشی زمانی گشت دمساز
دگر آمد به حال خویشتن باز

به افسون دل دیوانه خویش
ز سر آغاز کرد افسانه خویش

گهی در گریه گه در خنده می شد
گهی می مرد و گاهی زنده می شد

همی شد هر دم از حالی به حالی
بدینسان بود حالش تا به سالی

English translation

Happy the heart wherein love makes its dwelling; Love makes it heedless of the affairs of the world. Within it, love kindles a radiant flash That burns away the harvest of patience and reason. No concern for well-being remains within it; A mountain of reproach becomes as straw to it. Its soul becomes so devoted to reproach That its love increases through reproach.

For a year Zulaykha waned like the moon; After a year, her full moon had become a crescent. One night, crescent-like and bent-backed, She sat in the twilight, crimson with the blood of her eyes. She kept saying, O heavens, what have you done to me? You have brought my sun to pallor. You have bent me like a bow from uprightness And made me the target of the arrows of blame. You have given my reins into the hand of rebellion, Which knows nothing except rebelliousness. You have placed the fever of love within my heart, Yet you begrudge me even a dream. He does not become my companion while I am awake, Nor does he come so that I may see him in sleep. That dream in which I see That world-illuminating moon is a sign of awakened fortune. My eyes find no rest in sleeping; I shall lend sleep to my own fortune. Perhaps my fortune will awaken from sleep And show me my beloved in a dream.

She spoke these words until a watch of the night had passed, Her soul brought to her lips by grief. Suddenly, sleep carried her away from these thoughts; It was not sleep, but unconsciousness. Before her body had yet rested upon the bed, Her soul's desire entered through the door. The same form that had first waylaid her Entered with a face brighter than the moon. When she looked upon his beautiful face, She sprang up and laid her head at his feet. She kissed the ground and said, O cypress with a body like a rose, You have taken both patience and repose from my heart. By that Creator who fashioned you from light And created you free from every stain, Who granted you sovereignty over the host of beauties And, through grace, made you superior to the water of life; Who made your stature the rosebush of the garden of the soul And made your lips the substance that nourishes the spirit; Who lit a candle from your heart-illuminating face By which the bird of my soul burned like a moth; Who made a lasso of your musk-scented tresses, Every hair of which has become a bond upon me; Who made my body slender as a hair because of your waist And my heart as constricted as the mim of your mouth: Have mercy upon my lovelorn soul, And open in reply your sugar-scattering ruby lips. Tell me, with such beauty and heart-stealing charm, Who are you, and from what family do you come? You are a shining jewel—what mine is yours? You are a noble king—what palace is yours?

He said, I am descended from Adam; I am of the race of this world's water and clay. You claim that you are in love with me; If you are truthful in these words, Observe the right of my love and fidelity, And respect my wish to remain without a mate. Do not set your teeth against the sugar you have attained; Do not make your diamond wound your jewel. If your breast bears a brand because of me, Do not imagine that I am free of such a brand. My heart, too, is bound in your snare, And I, too, bear the mark of the brand of your love.

When Zulaykha witnessed that tenderness And heard those meaningful words from his ruby lips, A fairy once more possessed the madwoman; Fire once more fell upon the moth's soul. Intoxicated by the vision, she rose from sleep, Her liver full of burning and her soul full of anguish. The grief for him grew more abundant in her heart, And the smoke of her sorrow rose to the heavens. The madness she had possessed increased a hundredfold; The tumult within her passed beyond all bounds. The reins of reason slipped from her hand, And she escaped the bond of counsel and the restraint of prudence. Like a bud, she continually tore open the robe of her soul; Like a tulip, she poured her heart's blood upon the earth. At times she scratched her face for love of his face; At times she tore her hair in remembrance of his tresses. Her attendants sat around her on every side, Forming a ring around the moon like a halo. If the slightest gap appeared in that circle, She would shoot straight out of it like an arrow. If that ring did not grasp the hem of her garment, She would stride cypress-like toward the street. If they did not bind her like a closed bud, She would turn unveiled toward the marketplace like a rose.

When her father learned of that occurrence, He sought a cure from the sages of the court. They pursued every possible course in devising a remedy, But found no measure better than a chain. They ordered a twisting serpent of gold to be made, Studded with talismanic beads of ruby and jewel. Around her silver ساق, that jewel-weighing serpent Coiled like a snake encircling a treasure. Zulaykha was indeed a treasure of beauty; Every treasure must inevitably have a serpent. When the golden serpent slept beneath her skirt, She shed beads from her eyes and said:

The foot of my heart is bound in love; That is the only bond in this world that pleases me. Why does the nimble hand of the life-eroding heavens Make my feet heavy with this bond? No strength remains in my feet themselves, Nor have I any desire to go anywhere. Why fasten my feet with this heavy bond? Why wound my heart with this sword of cruelty? The foot of the cypress has sunk into the mire, And the path of movement has become difficult for it. What wisdom does the gardener see in this, That he should place a chain of water upon its foot? A chain should be placed upon the foot of a beloved Who robs me of consciousness in a single instant. He does not linger within my sight long enough For me to gaze my fill upon his tulip-colored face. He passes swiftly from me like flashing lightning And raises smoke from my fire-filled heart. If my lofty fortune grants me aid, I shall bind his feet with this golden chain And behold his face for as long as I desire, So that my dark day may grow bright through him.

What am I saying? He is a delicately nurtured beauty: If dust should settle upon the top of his foot, A mountain of pain would settle upon my soul, And I would roll up the carpet of happiness. How could I consent that the burden Of an afflicting bond should fall upon his silver ساق? A hundred swords upon my constricted heart would please me more Than that a thorn should clutch the hem of his garment.

From among these lover's tales, one suddenly struck its mark; Her breast was torn open by its wound, And like wounded prey she fell upon the earth. For a time she became the companion of unconsciousness; Then she returned once more to herself. With an enchantment upon her own crazed heart, She began her tale again from the beginning. At times she wept, and at times she laughed; At times she died, and at times she came alive. Every moment she passed from one state into another; Thus her condition remained for an entire year.

Updated 2026-07-18

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