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بخش ۲۳ - فرستادن پدر زلیخا قاصدی به سوی عزیز مصر و عرض کردن زلیخا بر وی و قبول کردن وی آن را / Section 23 - Zuleikha's Father Sends a Messenger to the Aziz of Egypt, Proposes Zuleikha to Him, and He Accepts the Proposal

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زلیخا داشت از دل بر جگر داغ
ز نومیدی فزودش داغ بر داغ

بود هر روز را رو در سپیدی
بجز روز سیاه ناامیدی

پدر چون بهر مصرش خسته جان دید
علاج خسته جانیش اندر آن دید

که دانایی به راه مصر پوید
علاجش از عزیز مصر جوید

برد از وی پیامی چند با او
زلیخا را دهد پیوند با او

ز نزدیکان یکی دانا گزین کرد
به دانایی هزارش آفرین کرد

بداد از تحفه ها صدگونه چیزش
به رفتن رای زد سوی عزیزش

پیامش داد کای دور زمانه
تو را بوسیده خاک آستانه

به هر روز از نوازش های گردون
عزیزی بر عزیزی بادت افزون

مرا در برج عصمت آفتابیست
که مه را در جگر افکنده تابیست

ز اوج ماه برتر پایه او
ندیده دیده خور سایه او

ز گوهر در صدف صافی بدن تر
ز اختر در شرف پرتو فکن تر

کند پوشیده رخ مه را نظاره
که ترسد بیندش چشم ستاره

جز آیینه کسی کم دیده رویش
بجز شانه کسی نبسوده مویش

نباشد غیر زلفش را میسر
که گاهی افکند در پای او سر

به صحن خانه چون گردد خرامان
نیارد پایبوسش غیر دامان

ندیده سیب او مشاطه در مشت
نسوده بر لبش نیشکر انگشت

جمال او ز گل دامن کشیده
که پیراهن به بدنامی دریده

ز نرگس حسن او پوشیده رخسار
که نرگس خیره چشم است و قدح خوار

نپوید در فروغ مهر یا ماه
که تا با او نگردد سایه همراه

گذر بر چشمه و جویش نیفتد
که چشم عکس بر رویش نیفتد

درون پرده منزلگاه کرده
ولی صد شور ازو بیرون پرده

همه شاهان هواخواهان اویند
خراب لطف ناگاهان اویند

سرافرازان ز حد روم تا شام
همه از شوق او خون دل آشام

ولی وی در نیارد سر به هر کس
هوای مصر در سر دارد و بس

نگردد خاطر او رام با روم
شمارد آب و خاک شام را شوم

به راه مصر چشم او سبیل است
برای مصر اشکش رود نیل است

ندانم سوی مصرش این شعف چیست
هواانگیز طبعش آن طرف کیست

همانا خاک او زانجا سرشتند
برات رزق او آنجا نوشتند

اگر افتد قبول رای عالی
فرستیمش به آن دلکش حوالی

اگر نبود به صدر خانه خوبی
بود خدمتگری را خانه روبی

عزیز مصر چون این قصه بشنود
کلاه فخر بر اوج فلک سود

تواضع کرد و گفتا من که باشم
که در دل تخم این اندیشه پاشم

ولی چون شه مرا برداشت از خاک
سزد گر بگذرانم سر ز افلاک

من آن خاکم که ابر نوبهاری
کند از لطف بر من قطره باری

اگر بر روید از تن صد زبانم
چو سبزه شکر لطفش چون توانم

بدین لطفی که شه کرده ست اظهار
کند واجب که گر بختم شود یار

کنم از فرق پای از دیده نعلین
شوم سویش روان بالرأس والعین

ولی با شاه مصر آن کان فرهنگ
چنانم در گرفته خدمتی تنگ

که گر یک ساعت از وی دور گردم
ز تیغ سطوتش رنجور گردم

درین خدمت مرا معذور دارد
گمان نخوت از من دور دارد

اگر گوید برای حق گزاری
روان سازم دو صد زرین عماری

هزاران از کنیزان و غلامان
صنوبر قامتان طوبی خرامان

غلامانی ز بس نیکو سرشتی
مصفاتر ز غلمان بهشتی

ز شیرینی دهانشان در شکرخند
ز لعل و زر همه بر مو کمربند

قبا بسته کله گوشه شکسته
به زرین خانه های زین نشسته

کنیزانی همه در حله حور
چو حوران از قصور آب و گل دور

معنبر طره ها بر گل گشاده
مقوس طاق ها بر مه نهاده

ز هر گوهر به خود بربسته زیور
نشسته جلوه گر در هودج زر

ز ارباب کیاست هر که باید
ز ارکان ریاست هر که شاید

فرستم تا به صد اعزازش آرند
بدین خلوتسرای نازش آرند

چو دانا قصد این اندیشه بشنید
به سجده سر نهاد و خاک بوسید

که ای مصر از تو دیده صد عزیزی
ز تو کشت کرم را تازه خیزی

شه ما را سر خیل و حشم نیست
به پیشش زانچه گفتی هیچ کم نیست

غلامان و کنیزانی که دارد
نگنجد در شماره گر شمارد

به بزمش خلعت فرخنده تختان
بود وافرتر از برگ درختان

ز دستش بذل گوهرهای تابان
بود افزون تر از ریگ بیابان

مراد وی قبول خاطر توست
خوش آن کس کو قبول خاطرت جست

چو آن میوه خورای خوانت افتاد
به زودی پیش تو خواهد فرستاد

English translation

Zuleikha bore upon her heart a burning wound; Despair added wound upon wound. Every day may turn its face toward brightness, Except the dark day of hopelessness.

When her father saw her heartsick over Egypt, He perceived the cure for her afflicted soul in this: That a wise man should travel the road to Egypt And seek her remedy from the Aziz of Egypt; That he should carry several messages from him And join Zuleikha in marriage to the Aziz.

He chose a wise man from among his intimates And praised his wisdom a thousandfold. He gave him a hundred kinds of gifts And resolved to send him to the Aziz.

He gave him this message: O singular man of the age, The dust of your threshold has been kissed in reverence. With every daily favor bestowed by heaven, May honor upon honor continually be added to you.

Within the tower of chastity I possess a sun Whose radiance has cast fire into the moon's heart. Her station rises higher than the moon's zenith; The eye of the sun has never seen her shadow. Her body is purer than a jewel within a shell, And she sheds more glorious light than any star.

She gazes upon the moon with her face concealed, Fearing that the eye of a star might behold her. Scarcely anyone but a mirror has seen her face, And no one but a comb has touched her hair. None but her own tresses are permitted Sometimes to cast their heads at her feet. When she walks gracefully across the courtyard, Nothing but the hem of her robe dares kiss her feet.

No beautician has held the apple of her chin; No sugarcane has touched a finger to her lips. Her beauty has drawn its skirts away from the rose, Whose torn shirt brought it into disrepute. Her loveliness has veiled its face from the narcissus, For the narcissus is brazen-eyed and drunk from the cup.

She does not walk in the radiance of sun or moon Unless a shadow accompanies her. She does not pass by a spring or stream, Lest the eye of her reflection fall upon her face. She has made her dwelling behind the curtain, Yet she has raised a hundred tumults beyond it.

All kings are her admirers, Laid waste by the possibility of her favor. The exalted rulers from the borders of Rum to Syria All drink their hearts' blood in longing for her. Yet she does not incline her head toward anyone; She desires Egypt, and Egypt alone. Her heart finds no peace in Rum, And she considers the water and soil of Syria ill-omened. Her eye is a fountain along the road to Egypt; For Egypt, her tears have become the River Nile.

I do not know why she feels such joy toward Egypt, Nor who there has stirred desire within her nature. Perhaps her clay was fashioned from its soil, And the decree of her sustenance was written there. If this proposal meets with your noble approval, We shall send her to that heart-delighting land. If she is not fit to grace the seat of your household, She may serve as a maid to sweep your house.

When the Aziz of Egypt heard this account, He raised the cap of pride to heaven's summit. He bowed humbly and said: Who am I To sow the seed of such a thought within my heart? But since the king has lifted me from the dust, It is fitting that I raise my head beyond the heavens. I am that dust upon which a spring cloud Graciously lets fall a drop of rain. Even if a hundred tongues grew from my body like grass, How could I adequately thank him for his favor?

For the kindness that the king has shown, It becomes my duty, if fortune befriends me, To make sandals for my feet from the pupils of my eyes And journey to him with utmost willingness and obedience. But the king of Egypt, that mine of wisdom, Has bound me so tightly to his service That if I were absent from him for a single hour, I would suffer beneath the sword of his severity. Let him pardon me because of this service, And keep all suspicion of arrogance far from me.

If, in fulfillment of my obligation, he commands it, I shall dispatch two hundred golden litters, With thousands of maidservants and slaves, Cypress-statured and walking with the grace of Tuba trees. There will be slaves of such excellent nature That they are purer than the youths of paradise. From the sweetness of their mouths comes sugared laughter; With rubies and gold, all wear belts upon waists fine as hair. Their robes fastened and the corners of their caps tilted, They sit upon saddles with golden housings.

There will be maidservants all robed like houris, Like heavenly maidens, far removed from houses of water and clay. They spread musk-scented tresses over roses And set arched canopies above the moon. Adorned with ornaments of every jewel, They sit displaying their beauty in golden litters.

Whomever is needed from among the masters of discernment, And whomever is suitable from among the pillars of authority, I shall send, so that they may bring her with a hundred honors To this private chamber of delight.

When the wise messenger heard this intention, He bowed his head in prostration and kissed the dust. He said: O you through whom Egypt has seen a hundred honors, Through you the field of generosity has gained fresh growth. Our king does not lack leaders or retinues; Of everything you mentioned, nothing is wanting before him. The slaves and maidservants he possesses Could not be contained in any reckoning, were one to count them. In his assembly, robes of honor for the fortunate possessors of thrones Are more abundant than the leaves of trees. From his hand, the bestowal of radiant jewels Exceeds the grains of sand in the desert.

His desire is that your heart accept the proposal; Happy is the one who has sought your acceptance. Now that the fruit has become worthy of your banquet, He will soon send her into your presence.

Updated 2026-07-18

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