1Cademy - بخش ۴۰ - تربیت کردن زلیخا یوسف را علیه السلام و خدمتگاری نمودن وی مر او را به آنچه دسترس وی بود / Section 40 - Zulaykhas Nurturing of Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, and Her Serving Him with Whatever Was Within Her Means

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بخش ۴۰ - تربیت کردن زلیخا یوسف را علیه السلام و خدمتگاری نمودن وی مر او را به آنچه دسترس وی بود / Section 40 - Zulaykha's Nurturing of Joseph, Peace Be Upon Him, and Her Serving Him with Whatever Was Within Her Means

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چو دولت گیر شد دام زلیخا
فلک زد سکه بر نام زلیخا

نظر از آرزوهای جهان بست
به خدمتگاری یوسف میان بست

ز زرکش جامه های خز و دیبا
به قدش همچو قدش چست و زیبا

مذهب تاج ها زرین کمرها
مرصع هر یک از رخشان گهرها

چو روز سال هر یک سیصد و شصت
مهیا کرد و فارغ بال بنشست

به هر روزی که صبح نو دمیدی
به دوشش خلعتی از نو کشیدی

چو از زر تاج کردی خسرو شرق
به تاج دیگرش آراستی فرق

چو سر افراختی سرو روانش
به آیین دگر بستی میانش

رخ آن آفتاب دلفریبان
نشد طالع دو روز از یک گریبان

دوبار آن تازه سرو گلشن راز
به یک افسر نشد هرگز سرافراز

نیست آن لب شکر از یک کمربند
میان خود مکرر از نی قند

چو تاج زر به فرقش بر نهادی
هزاران بوسه اش بر فرق دادی

که چون تو خاک پایش تاج من باد
به اوج سروری معراج من باد

چو پیراهن کشیدی بر تن او
شدی همراز با پیراهن او

تنم گفتی ز تو یک تار بادا
وز آن تن چون تو برخوردار بادا

قبا بر قد آن سرو دلارا
چو کردی راست گفتی مر قبا را

که دارم آرزو زان سرو گلرنگ
که همچون تو در آغوشش کشم تنگ

کمر چون چست کردی بر میانش
گذشتی این تمنا بر زبانش

که گر دستم کمر بودی چه بودی
ز وصلش بهره ور بودی چه بودی

مسلسل گیسویش چون شانه کردی
مداوای دل دیوانه کردی

به هم دربافتی از عنبر خام
شکار جان خود را عنبرین دام

به قصد خورد شام و طعمه چاشت
به نعمت خانه خود روز و شب داشت

مهیا کرده خوانهای ملون
به نعمت های گوناگون مزین

پی حلواش قند و مغز بادام
گرفتی از لب و دندان او وام

برای میوه های گونه گونه
ز سیمین سیب او کردی نمونه

گهی از سینه های مرغ در پیش
کبابش ساز کردی چون دل خویش

گهی دادی چو لعل آبدارش
مرباهای خاص خوشگوارش

چو کردی شربتش از شکر ناب
شدی همچون نبات از شرم او آب

به هر چیزش کز اینها میل دیدی
روان چون جان خود پیشش کشیدی

شبانگه کش خیال خواب بودی
ز روز و رنج او بی تاب بودی

بیفکندی فراش دلپذیرش
نهادی مهد دیبا و حریرش

نهالش را ز گل کردی نهالین
گلش را از سمن یا لاله بالین

فسون خواندی بسی و افسانه گفتی
غبار خاطرش ز افسانه رفتی

چو بستی نرگسش را پرده خواب
شدی با شمع همدم در تب و تاب

دو مست آهوی خود را تا سحرگاه
چرانیدی به باغ حسن آن ماه

گهی با نرگسش همراز گشتی
گهی با غنچه اش دمساز گشتی

گهی از لاله زارش لاله چیدی
گهی از گلستانش گل چریدی

گرفتی گه ز نوشین چشمه اش لب
گهش گرد ذقن گشتی چو غبغب

گهی با گیسویش کردی سخن ساز
که ای همسر شده با گلبن ناز

مرا از دیده زان خونابه پاشی
که دیوی با پری همخوابه باشی

بدین افسوس پشت دست خایان
رساندی شب چو گیسویش به پایان

به روزان و شبان این بود کارش
نبود از کار او یکدم قرارش

غمش خوردی و غمخواریش کردی
به خاتونی پرستاریش کردی

بلی عاشق همیشه جان فروشد
به جان در خدمت معشوق کوشد

به مژگان از ره او خار چیند
به چشم از پای او آزار چیند

به چشم و جان نشیند حاضر او
بود کافتد قبول خاطر او

English translation

When Zulaykha's snare became favored by fortune, Heaven stamped its coin with Zulaykha's name.

She turned her gaze away from worldly desires And girded her waist to serve Joseph.

From gold-embroidered garments of silk and brocade, She made robes as trim and beautiful as his stature.

Gilded crowns and golden belts, Each studded with gleaming jewels—

As many as the days of the year, three hundred and sixty— She prepared, and then sat down free from care.

Each day, when a new dawn arose, She draped a new robe of honor over his shoulders.

When she made the sovereign of the East golden with a crown, She adorned his head with yet another crown.

When his graceful, moving cypress raised its head, She bound his waist in a different fashion.

The face of that sun of heart-stealers Never rose twice from the same collar.

That fresh cypress of the garden of mystery Was never exalted twice beneath the same diadem.

Nor did she repeatedly bind the waist Of that sugar-lipped one with a single sugarcane belt.

When she placed a golden crown upon his head, She gave his head thousands of kisses,

Saying, May one such as you, the dust beneath his feet, be my crown; May he be my ascension to the summit of sovereignty.

When she drew a shirt over his body, She became the shirt's confidante,

Saying, May my body become a single thread of you, And may one such as you enjoy the embrace of that body.

When she fitted a robe upon the form Of that heart-adorning cypress, she said to the robe,

I long for that rose-hued cypress; Would that I could clasp him tightly as you do.

When she tightened the belt around his waist, She voiced this longing:

If only my hand were a belt—what joy that would be! If only it could partake of union with him—what joy that would be!

When she combed his chain-like tresses, She brought a remedy to her maddened heart.

From raw ambergris she braided together An amber-scented snare for the prey of her own soul.

For the evening meal and the morning repast, She kept him in her banquet hall day and night.

She prepared tables spread with many colors, Adorned with all varieties of delicacies.

For his sweetmeats, sugar and almond kernels Borrowed their sweetness from his lips and teeth.

For fruits of every kind, She took his silvery apple-like chin as their model.

At times, from the breasts of birds before her, She made him kebabs, roasted like her own heart.

At times she gave him, like his lustrous ruby lips, Her finest, most delectable preserves.

When she made his drink from pure sugar, She melted like sugar candy from bashfulness before him.

Whatever among these things she saw him desire, She swiftly offered him as readily as her own soul.

At night, when the thought of sleep came to him, She grew restless from the day's toil on his behalf.

She spread out his delightful bedding And set down a cradle of brocade and silk.

She made a flower-filled mattress for his sapling-like form, And a pillow of jasmine or tulips for his flower-like head.

She recited many charms and told him tales, Until the tales swept sorrow's dust from his mind.

When she drew the curtain of sleep over his narcissus eyes, She became the candle's companion in feverish agitation.

Until dawn, she let her two intoxicated gazelles Graze in the garden of that moon's beauty.

At times she became the confidante of his narcissus eyes; At times she became the companion of his rosebud mouth.

At times she plucked tulips from his tulip field; At times she grazed upon roses in his rose garden.

At times she placed her lips upon his sweet fountain; At times she circled his chin like its soft fold.

At times she began speaking with his tresses: O you who have become the consort of the rosebush of grace,

Is it because a demon lies beside a fairy That you make my eyes shed such bloody tears?

With this lament, biting the back of her hand, She brought the night, like his tresses, to its end.

By day and by night, this was her occupation; Not for one moment did she find rest from her labor.

She bore his grief and tenderly cared for him; Though a noble lady, she served as his nurse.

Yes, a lover always sells her soul And strives with all her life to serve the beloved.

With her eyelashes she gathers thorns from his path; With her eyes she removes affliction from beneath his feet.

With eyes and soul she remains present before him, Hoping that she may find acceptance in his heart.

Updated 2026-07-18

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