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بخش ۶۰ - رفتن زلیخا در روز به بام قصر خویش و از آنجا نظاره بام زندان کردن و بر مفارقت یوسف ناله و زاری برداشتن / Section 60 - Zulaykha Going by Day to the Roof of Her Palace, Looking from There at the Prison Roof, and Raising Laments and Cries over Her Separation from Joseph

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شب آمد عاشقان را پرده راز
شب آمد بی دلان را غصه پرداز

توان بس کار در شبگیر کردن
که روزش کم توان تدبیر کردن

زلیخا چون غم شب بگذرانید
نه غم بل ماتم شب بگذرانید

بلا و محنت روز آمدش پیش
صد اندوه جگرسوز آمدش پیش

نه روی آنکه در زندان کند روی
نه صبر آنکه بی زندان کند خوی

ز نعمت های خوش هر لحظه چیزی
نهادی بر کف محرم کنیزی

فرستادی به زندان سوی یوسف
که تا دیدی به جایش روی یوسف

چو آن محرم ز زندان آمدی باز
بدو صد عشقبازی کردی آغاز

گهی رو بر کف پایش نهادی
گهی صد بوسه اش بر چشم دادی

که این چشمیست کان رخسار دیده ست
که آن پاییست کانجاها رسیده ست

اگر چشمش نیارم بوسه دادن
و یا رو بر کف پایش نهادن

ببوسم باری آن چشمی که گاهی
کند در روی زیبایش نگاهی

نهم رو بر کف آن پای باری
که وقتی می کند سویش گذاری

بپرسیدی ازان پس حال او را
جمال روی فرخ فال او را

که رویش را نفرسوده گزندی
به کار او نیفتاده ست بندی

گلش را از هوا پژمردگی نیست
تنش را زان زمین آزردگی نیست

ز نعمت ها که بردی خورد یا نی
ازین دلداده یاد آورد یا نی

پس از پرسش نمودن های بسیار
ز جا برخاستی با چشم خونبار

به بام کاخ در یک غرفه بودش
کز آنجا بام زندان می نمودش

در آن غرفه شدی تنها نشستی
در غرفه به روی خلق بستی

بدیده در به مژگان لعل سفتی
سوی زندان نظر کردی و گفتی

کیم تا روی گلفامش ببینم
پس این کز بام خود بامش ببینم

نیم شایسته دیدار دیدن
خوشم با آن در و دیوار دیدن

به هر جا ماه من منزل نشین است
نه خانه روضه خلد برین است

ز دولت سقف او سرمایه دارد
که خورشیدی چنان در سایه دارد

مرا دیوارش از غم پشت بشکست
که پشت آن مه بر او بنهاده بنشست

سعادت سرفراز آید ازان در
که سرو من فرود آرد به آن سر

چه دولتمند باشد آستانی
که بوسد پای آنسان دلستانی

خوش آن کز تیغ مهرش آشکاره
تنم چون ذره کرده پاره پاره

در افتم سرنگون از روزن او
به پیش آفتاب روشن او

هزاران رشک دارم بر زمینی
که بخرامد بدانسان نازنینی

شود از گرد دامانش معطر
ز موی عنبرافشانش معنبر

سخن کوتاه تا شب کارش این بود
گرفتاریش آن گفتارش این بود

درین گفتار جانش بر لب آمد
درین اندوه روزش تا شب آمد

چو آمد شب دگر شد حیله اندیش
که گیرد پیش آیین شب پیش

شبش این بود و روزان تا بدان روز
که زندان بود جای آن دل افروز

به شب زندان شدن را چاره کردی
به روز از غرفه اش نظاره کردی

نبودی هیچگه خالی ازین کار
گهی دیوار دیدی گاه دیدار

چنان یوسف به خاطر خانه کردش
که از جان و جهان بیگانه کردش

ز بس در یاد او گم کرد خود را
بشست از لوح خاطر نیک و بد را

کنیزان گرچه می دادندش آواز
نمی آمد به حال خویشتن باز

بگفتی با کنیزان گاه و بیگاه
که من هرگز نباشم از خود آگاه

به گفتار از من آگاهی مجویید
بجنبانیدم اول پس بگویید

ز جنبانیدن اول با خود آیم
وزان پس گوش بشنیدن گشایم

دل من هست با زندانی من
از آنست این همه حیرانی من

به خاطر هر که را آن ماه گردد
کجا از دیگری آگاه گردد

بگشت از حال خود روزی مزاجش
به زخم نشتر افتاد احتیاجش

ز خونش بر زمین در دیده کس
نیامد غیر یوسف یوسف و بس

به کلک نشتر استاد سبکدست
به لوح خاک نقش این حرف را بست

چنان از دوست پر بودش رگ و پوست
که بیرون نامدش از پوست جز دوست

خوش آن کس کو رهایی یابد از خویش
نسیم آشنایی یابد از خویش

کند در دل چنان جا دلبری را
که گنجایی نماند دیگری را

درآید همچو جانش در رگ و پی
نبیند یک سر مو خالی از وی

نه بویی باشدش از خود نه رنگی
نه صلحی باشدش با کس نه جنگی

نه دل در تاج و نه در تخت بندد
ز کوی او هوس ها رخت بندد

اگر گوید سخن با یار گوید
وگر جوید مراد از یار جوید

نیارد خویشتن را در شماری
نگیرد پیش غیر از عشق کاری

رخ اندر پختگی آرد ز خامی
ز بود خود برون آید تمامی

تو هم جامی تمام از خود برون آی
به دولتخانه سرمد درون آی

چو دانم راه دولتخانه دانی
نه از دولت بود چندین گرانی

بر این دام گران جانان قدم نه
قدم در دولت آباد عدم نه

نبودی و زیانی زان نبودت
مباش امروز هم کین است سودت

مجوی اندر خودی بهبود خود را
کزین سودا نیابی سود خود را

English translation

Night came, the veil of lovers' secrets; Night came, the bringer of sorrow to the heartless. Many a task can be accomplished in the night watch That can scarcely be contrived by day.

When Zulaykha had endured the sorrow of the night— Not sorrow, but the mourning of the night— The affliction and anguish of day confronted her; A hundred heart-searing griefs confronted her.

She had neither the means to turn toward the prison, Nor the patience to accustom herself to being without it. At every moment she would place some pleasant delicacy In the hands of a trusted maidservant And send her to the prison, toward Joseph, So that she might see Joseph's face in his dwelling.

When that confidante returned from the prison, Zulaykha would begin a hundred acts of love toward her: Now she would lay her face upon the soles of her feet, Now she would bestow a hundred kisses upon her eyes, Saying, 'This is the eye that has seen that countenance; That is the foot that has reached those places.

If I cannot bring myself to kiss his eye Or lay my face upon the sole of his foot, At least I shall kiss the eye that sometimes Gazes upon his beautiful face. I shall lay my face upon the sole of the foot That sometimes makes its way toward him.'

Afterward, she would ask about his condition And the beauty of his auspicious face: 'Has no injury abraded his face? Has no shackle impeded him? Has his rose suffered no wilting from the air? Has his body suffered no hurt from that ground? Did he eat any of the delicacies you took him, or not? Did he remember this lovelorn one, or not?'

After asking many questions, She would rise with blood-weeping eyes. On the palace roof she had a chamber From which the prison roof could be seen. She would enter that chamber and sit alone, Closing its door against all people.

Piercing rubies with the needle of her eyelashes, She would look toward the prison and say, 'Who am I that I should behold his rose-hued face? It is enough that from my roof I behold his roof. I am not worthy of beholding the Beloved; I am content to behold that door and wall.

Wherever my moon takes up his dwelling, Is not that house the garden of highest Paradise? Its roof possesses the treasure of felicity, For it shelters such a sun beneath its shade. Its wall has broken my back with grief, For that moon has sat with his back resting against it.

Happiness rises exalted from that door Where my cypress lowers his head. How fortunate must be the threshold That kisses the feet of such a heart-stealer! Happy would I be if, openly, the sword of his love Were to rend my body into particles, So that I might fall headlong through his window Before his radiant sun.

I feel a thousand jealousies toward the ground Upon which such a graceful beauty walks, Which becomes perfumed by the dust of his hem And fragrant with ambergris from his amber-scattering hair.'

In short, this was her occupation until night; Such was her speech in captivity. During these words, her soul reached her lips; Amid this sorrow, her day reached night.

When night arrived, she again devised a stratagem To resume the custom of the preceding night. This was her life by night and by day until the day That the prison ceased to be that heart-illuminator's dwelling: At night she devised a way to enter the prison; By day she watched it from her chamber. She was never free of this occupation: Sometimes she saw the wall, and sometimes the beloved's face.

Joseph had made such a home within her mind That he made her a stranger to life and the world. So utterly lost in his remembrance, she lost herself And washed good and evil from the tablet of her mind. Although the maidservants called out to her, She did not return to awareness of herself.

From time to time she would say to the maidservants, 'I am never conscious of myself. Do not seek awareness from me through speech; First shake me, and then speak. Through being shaken, I shall first return to myself, And afterward open my ears to hear. My heart is with my prisoner; That is the cause of all my bewilderment. When that moon fills a person's mind, How can one remain aware of anyone else?'

One day her constitution departed from its normal state, And she needed to be cut with a lancet. In her blood upon the ground, no one saw Anything except 'Joseph, Joseph,' and nothing else. With the lancet's pen, the nimble-handed master Inscribed those letters upon the tablet of dust.

So full were her veins and skin of the beloved That nothing but the beloved emerged from her skin. Happy is the one who gains deliverance from the self And finds within the self the breeze of intimacy; Who gives a beloved such a place within the heart That no room remains there for another; Who enters the veins and sinews like the soul, Leaving not a single hair's breadth empty of him.

Such a one retains neither scent nor color of the self, And has neither peace nor war with anyone. The heart is attached neither to crown nor throne; All desires depart from his beloved's quarter. If such a one speaks, the speech is with the beloved; If such a one seeks a desire, it is sought from the beloved. Such a one does not count the self as anything And undertakes no task other than love; Turns from immaturity toward ripeness And passes entirely beyond personal existence.

You too, Jami, pass entirely beyond yourself; Enter the everlasting mansion of felicity. Since I know you know the road to that mansion, Why do you remain so heavily burdened, far from felicity? Set your foot upon this heavy snare of the soul; Step into the felicity-filled city of nonexistence. You did not exist, and suffered no loss from that; Do not exist today either, for therein lies your gain. Do not seek your well-being within selfhood, For from this commerce you will gain no profit.

Updated 2026-07-18

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