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بخش ۴۳ - مطالبه کردن زلیخا وصال یوسف را علیه السلام و استغنا نمودن یوسف از وی / Section 43 - Zulaykha Seeking Union with Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, and Joseph Showing Independence from Her

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چو بندد بیدلی دل در نگاری
نگیرد کار او هرگز قراری

اگر نبود به کف نقد وصالش
به نسیه عشق بازد با خیالش

ولی خونش بود از دل چکیده
که افتد کار وی از دل به دیده

چو یابد بهره چشم اشکبارش
فتد اندیشه بوس و کنارش

وگر بوس و کنارش هم دهد دست
ز بیم هجر باشد رنجه پیوست

امید کامرانی نیست در عشق
صفای زندگانی نیست در عشق

بود آغاز آن خون خوردن و بس
بود انجامش از خود مردن و بس

به راحت کی بود آن کس سزاوار
که خون خوردن بود یا مردنش کار

زلیخا بود یوسف را ندیده
به خوابی و خیالی آرمیده

به جز دیدارش از هر جست و جویی
نمی دانست خود را آرزویی

چو دید از دیدن او بهره مندی
ز دیدن خواست طبع او بلندی

به آن آورد روی جست و جو را
که آرد در کنار آن آرزو را

ز لعل او به بوسه کام گیرد
ز سروش با کنار آرام گیرد

بلی نظارگی کاید سوی باغ
ز شوق گل چو لاله سینه پر داغ

نخست از روی گل دیدن شود مست
ز گل دیدن به گل چیدن برد دست

زلیخا وصل را می جست چاره
ولی می کرد ازان یوسف کناره

زلیخا بود خون از دیده ریزان
ولی می بود ازو یوسف گریزان

زلیخا داشت بس جانسوز داغی
ولی می داشت زان یوسف فراغی

زلیخا رخ بدان فرخ لقا داشت
ولی یوسف نظر بر پشت پا داشت

زلیخا بهر یک دیدن همی سوخت
ولی یوسف ز دیدن دیده می دوخت

ز بیم فتنه روی او نمی دید
به چشم فتنه جوی او نمی دید

نیارد عاشق آن دیدار در چشم
که با یارش نیفتد چشم بر چشم

ز عاشق دمبدم اشکی و آهی
نباشد جو به امید نگاهی

چو یار از حال عاشق دیده پوشد
سزد کش خون دل از دیده جوشد

زلیخا را چو این غم بر سر آمد
به اندک فرصتی از پا درآمد

برآمد در خزان محنت و درد
گل سرخش به رنگ لاله زرد

به دل ز اندوه بودش بار انبوه
سهی سروش خمید از بار اندوه

برفت از لعل لب آبی که بودش
نشست از شمع رخ تابی که بودش

نکردی شانه موی عنبرین بوی
جز این پنجه که می کندی به آن موی

به سوی آینه کم رو گشادی
مگر زانو که بر وی رو نهادی

ز بس کز دل فشاندی خون تازه
نگشتی چهره اش محتاج غازه

همه عالم به چشمش چون سیه بود
به چشمش سرمه را کی جایگه بود

ز سرمه زان سیه چشمی نمی جست
که اشک از نرگس او سرمه می شست

زلیخا را چو شد زین غم جگر ریش
زبان سرزنش بگشاد بر خویش

که ای کارت به رسوایی کشیده
ز سودای غلام زر خریده

تو شاهی بر سریر سرفرازی
چرا با بنده خود عشق بازی

به معشوقی چو خود شاهی طلب دار
که شاهی را بود شاهی سزاوار

عجب تر آنکه از عجبی که دارد
به وصل چون تویی سر در نیارد

زنان مصر اگر دانند حالت
رسانند از ملامت صد ملامت

همی گفت این و لیکن آن یگانه
نه زانسان در دل او داشت خانه

کش از خاطر توانستی برون کرد
بدین افسانه دردش را فسون کرد

بلی چون دلبری با جان درآمیخت
نیارد جان ازو پیوند بگسیخت

برد پیوند جان از تن به یک دم
ولی با او بود جاوید محکم

چه خوش گفت آن به داغ عشق رنجور
که بوی از مشک و رنگ از گل شود دور

ولی بیرون بود ز امکان عاشق
که گوید ترک جانان جان عاشق

English translation

When one bereft of heart binds his heart to a beauty, His affairs will never find repose. If the ready coin of union is not in his hand, He wagers love on credit with her image. Yet blood drips from his heart When his affair passes from the heart into the eye. When his tearful eye gains its share, He begins to contemplate kissing and embracing. And even if kissing and embracing come within reach, He remains continually afflicted by fear of separation. There is no hope of attaining desire in love; There is no serenity of life in love. Its beginning is merely drinking heart's blood; Its end is merely dying to oneself. How can that person be worthy of ease Whose occupation is either drinking blood or dying?

Before Zulaykha had seen Joseph, She rested content with a dream and a fantasy. Apart from beholding him, in all her seeking, She knew no desire for herself. When she gained the benefit of seeing him, Her nature aspired beyond mere sight. She directed her pursuit toward this: To bring that desired one into her embrace, To fulfill her longing with a kiss from his ruby lips, And find repose by embracing his cypress-like form. Indeed, when a spectator comes into a garden, Her breast, like the tulip, branded by longing for the rose, She is first intoxicated by seeing the rose's face, Then reaches from seeing the rose to plucking it.

Zulaykha sought a means to union, But Joseph kept himself apart from it. Zulaykha shed blood from her eyes, But Joseph continued to flee from her. Zulaykha bore a deeply soul-consuming wound, But Joseph remained free of concern for it. Zulaykha turned her face toward that auspicious countenance, But Joseph fixed his gaze upon the back of his foot. Zulaykha burned for even a single glance, But Joseph closed his eyes against seeing her. For fear of temptation, he would not look upon her face; He would not look into her temptation-seeking eyes. A lover cannot bear that encounter In which her eye does not meet her beloved's eye. From the lover come tears and sighs at every moment, Each counting as nothing beside the hope of one glance. When the beloved closes his eyes to the lover's condition, It is fitting that her heart's blood should surge from her eyes.

When this grief descended upon Zulaykha, In little time she was brought down from her strength. Amid the autumn of affliction and pain, Her red rose turned yellow like a tulip. Her heart bore a massive burden of sorrow; Her straight cypress bent beneath sorrow's weight. The moisture that had graced her ruby lips departed; The radiance that had adorned the candle of her face subsided. No comb tended her ambergris-scented hair Except the five fingers with which she tore at it. She seldom turned her face toward a mirror, Unless it was her knee, upon which she laid her face. Because she shed so much fresh blood from her heart, Her face had no need of rouge. The whole world appeared black to her eyes; What place could antimony have in her sight? That dark-eyed beauty sought no antimony, For tears from her narcissus eyes washed it away.

When this grief left Zulaykha's liver wounded, She opened the tongue of reproach against herself: 'O you whose conduct has ended in disgrace Through passion for a slave purchased with gold! You are a queen upon the throne of exaltation; Why do you make love to your own servant? Seek as your beloved a sovereign like yourself, For royalty is worthy of royalty. Stranger still, because of the pride he possesses, He will not submit himself to union with one such as you. If the women of Egypt learn of your condition, They will heap a hundred reproaches upon your reproach.'

She kept saying this, yet that unique one Had made his home in her heart in no such manner That she could cast him out of her mind; With this tale, she sought to charm away her pain. Indeed, when a beloved has mingled with the soul, The soul cannot sever its bond with him. The soul's bond with the body can break in a moment, But its bond with him remains eternally firm. How finely spoke that sufferer, afflicted by love's brand: 'Fragrance may depart from musk, and color from the rose, But it lies beyond possibility for a lover To say: Abandon the beloved, O lover's soul.'

Updated 2026-07-18

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