1Cademy - بخش ۳۷ - رسدن زلیخا به درگاه پادشاه و سبب ازدحام پرسیدن و جمال یوسف را علیه السلام دیدن و وی را شناختن / Section 37 - Zulaykhas Arrival at the Kings Court, Her Asking the Cause of the Crowd, Her Seeing Josephs Beauty, Peace Be Upon Him, and Recognizing Him

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بخش ۳۷ - رسدن زلیخا به درگاه پادشاه و سبب ازدحام پرسیدن و جمال یوسف را علیه السلام دیدن و وی را شناختن / Section 37 - Zulaykha's Arrival at the King's Court, Her Asking the Cause of the Crowd, Her Seeing Joseph's Beauty, Peace Be Upon Him, and Recognizing Him

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زلیخا بود ازین صورت تهی دل
کزو تا یوسف آمد یک دو منزل

ولی جانش ازان معنی خبر داشت
ز داغ شوق سوزی در جگر داشت

نمی دانست کان شوق از کجا خاست
به حیلت سازیش تسکین همی خواست

به صحرا شد برون تا زان بهانه
ز دل بیرون دهد اندوه خانه

به سختی چند روز آنجا به سر برد
بر آن محنت بسی دندان بیفشرد

گرفت اسباب عیش و خرمی پیش
ولی هر لحظه شد اندوه او بیش

چو در صحرا به خرمن سیلش افتاد
دگر باره به خانه میلش افتاد

به پشت بارگی هودج نشین شد
به منزلگاه خود رحلت گزین شد

اگر چه روی در منزلگهش بود
گذر بر ساحت قصر شهش بود

چو دید آن انجمن گفت این چه غوغاست
که گویی رستخیز از مصر برخاست

یکی گفت این پی فرخنده نامیست
بساط عرض کنعانی غلامیست

غلامی نی که رخشان آفتابی
به دارالملک خوبی کامیابی

زلیخا دامن هودج برانداخت
چو چشمش بر غلام افتاد بشناخت

برآمد از دلش بی خواست فریاد
ز فریادی که زد بی خود بیفتاد

روان هودج کشان هودج براندند
به خلوتخانه خاصش رساندند

چو شد منزلگهش آن خلوت راز
ز حال بی خودی آمد به خود باز

ازو پرسید دایه کای دلفروز
چرا کردی فغان از جان پر سوز

لب شیرین به افغان چون گشادی
بدان تلخی چرا بی خود فتادی

بگفت ای مهربان مادر چه گویم
که گردد آفت من هر چه گویم

در آن مجمع غلامی را که دیدی
ز اهل مصر وصف او شنیدی

ز عالم قبله گاه جان من اوست
فدایش جان من جانان من اوست

به خوابم روی زیبا وی نموده ست
شکیب از جان شیدا وی ربوده ست

به تن در تب به دل در تاب ازویم
ز دیده غرق خون ناب ازویم

درین کشور ز سودایش فتادم
بدین شهر از تمنایش فتادم

ز خان و مان مرا آواره او ساخت
درین آوارگی بیچاره او ساخت

به هر محنت که دیدی چند سالم
که بود از راحت گیتی ملالم

همه از آرزوی روی او بود
ز شوق قامت دلجوی او بود

ز کوه افزون بود بار من امروز
ندانم چون شود کار من امروز

مه من شاه ایوان که گردد
به رخ شمع شبستان که گردد

کدامین دیده گردد روشن از وی
کدامین خانه گردد گلشن از وی

که یابد از لب جانبخش او کام
که گیرد در پناه سروش آرام

کمند جعد مشکینش که بافد
ز وصل نخل سیمینش که لافد

که بازد حاصل خود در بهایش
که سازد کحل دیده خاک پایش

مرا به گردد از وی حال یا نی
رسد دستم بدین اقبال یا نی

چو دایه آتش او دید کز چیست
چو شمع از آتش او زار بگریست

بگفت ای شمع سوز خود نهان دار
غم شب رنج روز خود نهان دار

صبوری پیشه کردی روزگاری
مکن جز صبر نیز امروز کاری

بود کز صبر امیدت برآید
ز ابر تیره خورشیدت برآید

English translation

Zulaykha's heart was empty of this outward form, Though Joseph had come within a stage or two of her. Yet her soul had tidings of that inner meaning; From the brand of longing, a fire burned within her breast.

She did not know from where that longing had arisen; By contriving diversions, she sought to calm it. She went out to the countryside so that, on that pretext, She might drive the sorrow of home out of her heart.

With hardship, she spent several days there; Through that affliction, she often clenched her teeth. She took up the means of pleasure and happiness, But at every moment her sorrow grew greater.

When a flood fell upon her harvest in the countryside, She became inclined to return home once again. Seated in a howdah upon the back of a mount, She set out for her own dwelling place.

Although her face was turned toward her lodging, Her path passed by the courtyard of the king's palace. When she saw that gathering, she said, What is this uproar, As though the Resurrection had arisen from Egypt?

Someone said, It is for one of auspicious name; A Canaanite slave is being presented for inspection. Not a slave, but a radiant sun, Triumphant in the capital of beauty.

Zulaykha cast aside the skirt of the howdah; When her eye fell upon the slave, she recognized him. Unbidden, a cry rose from her heart; From the cry she uttered, she fell unconscious.

At once, the howdah-bearers drove the howdah onward And brought her to her private chamber. When that secluded place of secrets became her lodging, She returned to herself from her state of unconsciousness.

Her nurse asked her, O heart-illuminating one, Why did you cry out from your burning soul? Why did you open your sweet lips in lamentation, And why, in such bitterness, did you fall unconscious?

She said, O kindly mother, what can I say? Whatever I say will become my ruin. That slave whom you saw in the gathering, Whose description you heard from the people of Egypt—

He is the world's sanctuary toward which my soul turns; My life is his sacrifice; he is my beloved. He showed me his beautiful face in my dream; He has stolen patience from my lovesick soul.

Because of him, my body is fevered and my heart tormented; Because of him, my eyes are drowned in pure blood. Through longing for him, I came to this country; Through desire for him, I came to this city.

He drove me wandering from home and family; In this homelessness, he made me wretched. Every affliction that you have seen me endure for years, When I was weary of all the world's comforts,

Was entirely from yearning for his face And longing for his heart-enticing stature. Today my burden is greater than a mountain; I do not know what will become of me today.

Whose palace-king will my moon become? Whose chamber's candle will his face become? Whose eyes will be brightened by him? Whose house will be made a rose garden by him?

Who will gain desire's fulfillment from his life-giving lips? Who will find repose beneath the shelter of his cypress form? Who will weave the lasso of his musk-scented curls? Who will boast of union with his silver-bodied palm?

Who will stake all they possess to pay his price? Who will make the dust beneath his feet the kohl of their eyes? Will my condition be bettered through him or not? Will my hand attain this good fortune or not?

When the nurse saw the source of her fire, She wept piteously, like a candle, at her burning. She said, O candle, conceal your burning; Conceal the grief of night and the suffering of day.

You have practiced patience for a long time; Today as well, do nothing but remain patient. Perhaps through patience your hope will be fulfilled, And from the dark cloud your sun will emerge.

Updated 2026-07-18

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