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بخش ۲۷ - درآمدن زلیخا همراه عزیز مصر به مصر و بیرون آمدن مصریان و طبق های نثار بر عماری زلیخا افشاندن / Section 27 - Zulaykha Enters Egypt Together with the Aziz of Egypt, and the Egyptians Come Forth and Scatter Trays of Offerings upon Zulaykha's Litter

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سحرگاهان که زد چرخ مکوکب
ز زرین کوس کوس رحلت شب

کواکب نیز محفل برشکستند
به همراهی شب محمل ببستند

شد از رخشانی آن زر فشان کوس
به رنگ پر طوطی دم طاووس

عزیز آمد به فر شهریاری
نشاند از خیمه مه را در عماری

سپه را از پس و پیش و چپ و راست
به آیینی که می بایست آراست

ز چتر زر به فرق نیکبختان
به پا شد سایه ور زرین درختان

مرصع زین به پای هر درختی
شده مسند برای نیکبختی

درخت و سایه و مسند روانه
نشسته نیکبخت اندر میانه

طرب سازان نواها ساز کردند
شتررانان حدی آغاز کردند

شد از بانگ حدی و غلغل لحن
فلک ها را طبق پر دشت را صحن

ز بس رفتار کز اسپ و شتر بود
در و دشت از هلال و بدر پر بود

گهی کنده به هر سوی از تک و پوی
هلال از زخم ناخن بدر را روی

گهی طالع شده فرخنده بدری
هلال از وی شده ناچیز قدری

زمین را کرده ریش اسپ از سم خویش
کف پای شتر مرهم بر آن ریش

پی مست آهوان زین نشیمن
صهیل بادپایان ارغنون زن

پی آسودگان هودج ناز
نفیر ساربانان پرده پرداز

کنیزان زلیخا خرم و خوش
که رست از دیو هجران آن پریوش

عزیز و اهل او هم شادمانه
که شد زینسان بتی بانوی خانه

زلیخا تلخ عمر اندر عماری
رسانده بر فلک فریاد و زاری

که ای گردون مرا زینسان چه داری
چنین بی صبر و بی سامان چه داری

ندانم در حق تو من چه کردم
که افکندی چنین در رنج و دردم

نخست از من به خوابی دل ربودی
به بیداری هزارم غم فزودی

گه از دیوانگی بندم نهادی
گه از فرزانگی بندم گشادی

چو شد از تو شکست خود درستم
خطا کردم که از تو چاره جستم

چه دانستم که وقت چاره سازی
ز خان و مان مرا آواره سازی

مرا بس بود داغ بی نصیبی
فزون کردی بر آن درد غریبی

چو باشد جانگدازی چاره سازیت
معاذالله چه باشد جانگدازیت

منه در ره دگر دام فریبم
میفکن سنگ بر جام شکیبم

دهی وعده کزین پس کامیابی
وز آن آرام جان آرام یابی

بدین وعده بغایت شادمانم
ولی گر بختم این باشد چه دانم

زلیخا با فلک این گفت و گو داشت
که آن برداشت را آمد فرو داشت

برآمد بانگ رهدانان به تعجیل
که اینک شهر مصر و ساحل نیل

هزاران تن سواره یا پیاده
خروشان بر لب نیل ایستاده

عزیز مصر را در حق گزاری
به کف بهر نثار آن عماری

طبق های زر از زر و درم پر
طبق های دگر از گوهر و در

گهرریزان بر او صاحب نثاران
چو بر طرف چمن بر غنچه باران

ز بس کفها زر و گوهر فشان شد
عماری در زر و گوهر نشان شد

نمی آمد ز گوهر ریز مردم
در آن ره مرکبان را بر زمین سم

چو گشتی سم اسبی آتش افکن
ز لعل و نعل بودی سنگ و آهن

همه صف ها کشیده میل در میل
نثار افشان گذشتند از لب نیل

به نیل اندر شد از درهای شاهی
چو پر گوهر صدف هر گوش ماهی

شد از بذل درم ریزان بسیار
نهنگش نیز چون ماهی درم دار

بدین آرایش شاهانه رفتند
به دولت سوی دولتخانه رفتند

سرایی بلکه در دنیا بهشتی
ز فرشش ماه خشتی مهر خشتی

در آن دولتسرا تختی نهاده
به زیبایی ز هر تختی زیاده

در او برده به کار استاد زر کار
پی گوهر نشانی زر به خروار

به پای تخت زر مهدش رساندند
گهروارش به تخت زر نشاندند

ولی جانش ز داغ دل نرسته
ازان زر بود در آتش نشسته

مرصع تاج بر فرقش نهادند
میان تخت و تاجش جلوه دادند

ولیکن بود ازان تاج گرانسنگ
به زیر کوه از بار دل تنگ

فشاندندش به تارک گوهر انبوه
ولی بود آن بر او باران اندوه

ز گوهرها که بردی حور ازان رشک
به چشمش درنیامد جز در اشک

کسی کش دل ز هجران لخت لخت است
ز یک لختیست گر مایل به تخت است

در آن میدان که را باشد سر تاج
که صد سر می رود آنجا به تاراج

چو چشم از اشک نومیدی بود پر
کجا باشد در او گنجایی در

English translation

At dawn, when the star-studded sphere Beat the golden drum announcing night's departure,

The stars, too, broke up their assembly And packed their litters to accompany the night.

From the radiance of that gold-scattering drum, The peacock's tail took on the color of a parrot's wing.

The Aziz came forth in royal splendor And seated the moonlike beauty from the tent in a litter.

He arrayed the army behind and before, left and right, According to all the ceremony that was required.

From golden parasols above the heads of the fortunate, Shady golden trees seemed to rise upon their feet.

At the foot of every tree stood a jeweled saddle, Made into a throne for one blessed by fortune.

Tree, shade, and throne all moved onward, With the fortunate rider seated in their midst.

The makers of merriment began playing melodies, And the camel drivers began their camel songs.

From the cry of the camel songs and the clamor of melody, The heavens became a tray and the plain a courtyard filled with sound.

So many horses and camels moved along That town and plain were filled with crescents and full moons.

At times, through their running and rushing on every side, A crescent clawed wounds into the face of a full moon.

At times, an auspicious full moon rose, Beside which the crescent became insignificant.

The horse wounded the earth with its hoof, And the camel's soft sole became balm for that wound.

The tracks of graceful gazelles marked the saddle seats, While the neighing of swift horses played like an organ.

The footprints of those resting in delicate litters, And the cries of camel drivers, fashioned the musical modes.

Zulaykha's maidservants were cheerful and happy That their fairy-faced mistress had escaped the demon of separation.

The Aziz and his household were likewise joyful That such an idol-like beauty had become lady of the house.

But Zulaykha, whose life was bitter within the litter, Raised her cries and lamentation to the heavens:

O turning sphere, why do you treat me so? Why leave me thus impatient and distraught?

I do not know what I have done against you That you have cast me into such suffering and pain.

First, in a dream, you stole my heart from me; Then, in waking life, you multiplied my sorrows a thousandfold.

At times you bound me in madness, And at times released me from its bonds through wisdom.

Since my healing itself was shattered by you, I erred in seeking a remedy from you.

How could I know that when you offered a cure, You would make me a wanderer, far from home and household?

The brand of deprivation was enough for me; You added to that pain the anguish of exile.

If your remedy is so soul-consuming, God forbid—what, then, must your destruction be?

Set no further snare of deception in my path; Cast no stone against the glass of my patience.

You promise that henceforth I shall attain my desire And find that repose who is the repose of my soul.

I am exceedingly joyful at this promise, But if this is my fortune, how can I know what will come?

Zulaykha was holding this discourse with the heavens When the litter that bore her was set down.

The guides urgently raised the cry: Behold the city of Egypt and the bank of the Nile!

Thousands of people, mounted or on foot, Stood clamoring along the bank of the Nile.

To pay homage to the Aziz of Egypt, They held offerings in their hands for that litter:

Golden trays filled with gold and silver coins, And other trays laden with jewels and pearls.

The bearers of offerings showered gems upon her As rain falls upon buds at the edge of a meadow.

So many hands scattered gold and jewels That the litter became adorned with gold and gems.

Because the people poured forth so many jewels, The mounts could find no ground on which to set their hooves.

Whenever a horse's hoof struck sparks, Ruby and horseshoe served as stone and iron.

All stood in ranks extending mile upon mile, Scattering offerings as the procession passed the Nile's bank.

So many royal pearls fell into the Nile That every fish's ear became a shell filled with gems.

From the profusion of scattered silver coins, Even its crocodile became, like a fish, possessed of silver.

With such royal adornment they proceeded, Advancing in prosperity toward the royal residence.

It was a palace—rather, a paradise in this world— Whose pavement was laid with alternating bricks of moon and sun.

Within that royal abode a throne had been placed, Surpassing every other throne in beauty.

The master goldsmith had employed within it Loads upon loads of gold for mounting jewels.

They brought her golden cradle to the foot of the throne And seated that jewel-like beauty upon the golden throne.

Yet her soul remained unfreed from the brand upon her heart; Amid all that gold, she sat as though within fire.

They placed a jeweled crown upon her head And displayed her between the throne and crown.

Yet beneath that weighty crown, The burden of her constricted heart made her feel beneath a mountain.

They scattered heaps of jewels upon her head, But to her they were a rain of sorrow.

Of the jewels that would have stirred houris to envy, Nothing entered her eyes except through tears.

When separation has torn a person's heart to pieces, It would be strange indeed if even one piece inclined toward a throne.

In that arena, who could desire a crown, When a hundred heads are given over there to plunder?

When the eye is filled with tears of despair, How could there be room within it for pearls?

Updated 2026-07-18

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