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بخش ۴۷ - فرستادن زلیخا یوسف را علیه السلام به جانب باغ و تهیه اسباب وی کردن / Section 47 - Zulaykha Sending Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, toward the Garden and Preparing Its Provisions for Him

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چمن پیرای باغ این حکایت
چنین کرد از کهن پیران روایت

که چون یوسف ز لبهای شکر خا
فشاند این تازه شکر بر زلیخا

زلیخا داشت باغی و چه باغی
کزان بر دل ارم را بود داغی

به گردش ز آب و گل سوری کشیده
گل سوری ز اطرافش دمیده

درختانش کشیده شاخ در شاخ
به تنگ آغوشی هم نیک گستاخ

چنارش را قدم بر دامن سرو
حمایل دست ها در گردن سرو

نشسته گل ز غنچه در عماری
به فرقش نارون در چتر داری

چمن نارنج بن را صحن میدان
به کف نارنج و شاخش گوی و چوگان

در آن میدانگه خالی ز آفت
ربوده از همه گوی لطافت

قد رعنا کشیده نخل خرما
گرفته باغ را زو کار بالا

ز حلوا خرمنی هر خوشه از وی
گرفته خسته جانان توشه از وی

به سان دایگان پستان انجیر
پی طفلان باغ از شیره پر شیر

بدان هر مرغک انجیر خواره
دهان برده چو طفل شیر خواره

فروغ خور به صحنش نیم روزان
ز زنگاری مشبک ها فروزان

به هم آمیخته خورشید و سایه
ز مشک و زر زمین را داده مایه

ز جنبش لمعه های نور در ظل
دف گل را شده زرین جلاجل

عنادل زان جلاجل نغمه پرداز
درین فیروزه کاخ افکنده آواز

ز باد و سایه وز بیدش هزاران
طپیده ماهیان بر جویباران

به رفت و روب باغ از خوب و ناخوب
کشیده سایه هر شاخ جاروب

ز خط سبزه خاکش لوح تعلیم
کشیده جوی آبش جدول از سیم

ازان لوح مجدول خرده دانان
رموز صنع حی پاک خوانان

گل سرخش چو خوبان ناز پرورد
به رنگ عاشقان روی گل زرد

صبا جعد بنفشه تاب داده
گره از طره سنبل گشاده

سمن با لاله و ریحان هم آغوش
زمین از سبزه تر پرنیان پوش

به هم بسته در آن نزهتگه حور
دو حوض از مرمر صافی بلور

میانشان چون دو دیده فرق اندک
به عینه هر یکی چون آن دگر یک

نه از تیشه در آن زخم تراشی
نه از خم تراش آن را خراشی

نه آن را بند پیدا و نه پیوند
شده بند اندر آن فکر خردمند

تصور کرده با خود هر که دیده
که بی بند است و پیوند آفریده

زلیخا بهر تسکین دل تنگ
چو کردی جانب آن روضه آهنگ

یکی بودی لبالب کرده از شیر
یکی از شهد گشتی چاشنی گیر

پرستاران آن ماه فلک مهد
ازان یک شیر نوشیدی وز این شهد

میان آن دو حوض افراخت تختی
برای همچو یوسف نیکبختی

به ترک صحبتش گفتن رضا داد
به خدمت سوی آن باغش فرستاد

به گل مرغ چمن زد داستانی
که خوش باغی و نیکو باغبانی

چو باشد باغ و بستان جنت ایوان
نشاید باغبان جز حور و رضوان

صد از زیبا کنیزان سمنبر
همه دوشیزه و پاکیزه گوهر

چو سرو ناز قایم ساخت آنجا
پی خدمت ملازم ساخت آنجا

بدو گفت ای سر من پایمالت
تمتع زین بتان کردم حلالت

اگر من پیش تو بر تو حرامم
وز این معنی به غایت تلخکامم

به سوی هر که خواهی گام بردار
ز وصل هر که خواهی کام بردار

بر آن کامی که ایام جوانی
بود وقت نشاط و کامرانی

کنیزان را وصیت کرد بسیار
که ای نوشین لبان زنهار زنهار

به جان در خدمت یوسف بکوشید
اگر زهر آید از دستش بنوشید

به هر جا جان طلب دارد ببازید
به جانبازی برای او بتازید

به هر حکمی که راند شاد باشید
به زیر حکم او منقاد باشید

ولی از هر که گردد بهره بردار
مرا باید کند اول خبردار

همی زد گوییا چون ناشکیبی
به لوح آرزو نقش فریبی

که هرک افتد پسند وی ازان خیل
به وقت خواب سوی او کند میل

نشاند خویش را پنهان به جایش
خورد بر از نهال دلربایش

به زیر نخل رعنایش نشیند
رطب چیند ولی دزدیده چیند

چو یوسف را فراز تخت بنشاند
نثار جان و دل در پایش افشاند

کنیزان را به پیش او به پا کرد
به خدمت سرو بالاشان دو تا کرد

دل و جان پیش یار خویش بگذاشت
به تن راه دیار خویش برداشت

خوش آن عاشق که بر فرمان معشوق
بود خوش بر دلش هجران معشوق

چو خواهد خاطر معشوق دوری
کند بر محنت هجران صبوری

چو نبود وصل دلبر رای دلبر
بود صد بار هجر از وصل خوشتر

English translation

The gardener who adorns the garden of this tale Thus related it from the elders of old:

When Joseph, from his sugar-sweet lips, Scattered this fresh sugar before Zulaykha,

Zulaykha had a garden—and what a garden! One that made even Iram's heart burn with envy.

Around it, water and flowers had raised a festal display, And red roses had blossomed on every side.

Its trees stretched branch into branch, Quite bold in their close embraces.

The plane tree set its foot upon the cypress's skirt, And slung its arms around the cypress's neck.

The rose sat within the bud's litter, While the elm held a parasol above its head.

The meadow made the orange tree its playing field; The orange was in its hand, and its branch was mallet and polo stick.

In that playing ground, free from all harm, It carried off from all others the ball of grace.

The date palm raised its elegant stature, And through it the garden's fortune rose high.

Each cluster upon it was a heap of sweetmeats, From which the heartsick took provisions.

Like wet nurses, the figs held out their breasts, Filled with milky sap for the garden's children.

Every little fig-eating bird Put its mouth to them like a suckling child.

At midday the sun's radiance in its courtyard Shone through lattices of verdigris.

Sunlight and shadow mingled together, Enriching the earth with musk and gold.

From the movement of gleaming light within the shade, The rose's tambourine acquired golden bells.

Nightingales made music from those bells, Casting their song throughout this turquoise palace.

From the wind, the shade, and its willow trees, thousands Of fish seemed to flutter upon the streams.

To sweep the garden clean of fair and foul, The shadow of every branch extended like a broom.

Its soil was a tablet for instruction, inscribed with lines of grass; Its stream drew upon it a table ruled in silver.

Upon that ruled tablet, discerning minds Read clearly the mysteries of the living Creator's handiwork.

Its red rose was reared in coyness like the beautiful; The yellow rose bore the complexion of lovers.

The zephyr curled the violet's locks And untied the knots in the hyacinth's tresses.

Jasmine embraced tulip and basil; The earth donned fresh green silk.

In that delightful place, houris had joined together Two pools of clear, crystal-like marble.

Between them, like two eyes, there was scarcely a difference; Each was exactly like the other.

No chisel had left a carving wound upon them, Nor had any stonecutter's curve scratched them.

Neither seam nor joint could be seen in them; The wise person's thought became entangled in their mystery.

Everyone who saw them imagined That they had been created without seam or joining.

Whenever Zulaykha, to soothe her constricted heart, Set out toward that garden,

She had one filled to the brim with milk, While the other took its flavor from honey.

The attendants of that moon whose cradle was the heavens Drank milk from the one and honey from the other.

Between those two pools she raised a throne For one as fortunate as Joseph.

She consented to relinquish his company And sent him to that garden to be served.

To the rose, the bird of the meadow told a tale: What a lovely garden, and what a fine gardener!

When garden and orchard are halls of paradise, None but houris and Ridwan should tend them.

A hundred beautiful, jasmine-bosomed maidens, All virgins and pure of essence,

She stationed there like graceful cypresses And appointed them to remain there in his service.

She said to him, O you beneath whose feet lies my head, I make enjoyment of these idols lawful to you.

If I am forbidden to you in your presence, And through this I am bitterly afflicted,

Step toward whomever you desire; Take the pleasure of union with whomever you wish.

Fulfill that desire, for the days of youth Are the season of delight and pleasure.

She repeatedly charged the maidens: O sweet-lipped ones, beware, beware!

Strive with all your souls in Joseph's service; If poison comes from his hand, drink it.

Wherever he asks for a life, sacrifice it; Rush to lay down your lives for him.

Rejoice in every command he issues; Remain submissive beneath his rule.

Yet whichever of you receives his favor Must first inform me.

It was as though, in her impatience, She traced a deceitful design upon the tablet of desire:

Whichever one among that company won his approval, He would incline toward her at the time of sleep;

Then Zulaykha would secretly put herself in that maiden's place And gather fruit from the sapling that stole her heart.

She would sit beneath his elegant palm tree And pick its dates—but pick them furtively.

When she had seated Joseph high upon the throne, She scattered her heart and soul beneath his feet.

She made the maidens stand before him And bent their cypress-like statures in his service.

She left her heart and soul before her beloved, But with her body took the road back to her own dwelling.

Blessed is the lover who, at the beloved's command, Finds even separation from the beloved sweet to the heart.

When the beloved desires distance, The lover patiently endures the anguish of separation.

When union with the sweetheart is not the sweetheart's will, Separation is a hundred times sweeter than union.

Updated 2026-07-18

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