1Cademy - (۱۰) حکایت آن مرد که عروس خود را بکر نیافت / (10) The Tale of the Man Who Did Not Find His Bride a Virgin

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Elahi Nameh

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(۱۰) حکایت آن مرد که عروس خود را بکر نیافت / (10) The Tale of the Man Who Did Not Find His Bride a Virgin

Original content

عروسی خواست مردی چون نگاری
بمهر خود ندیدش برقراری

چو آن شوهر بمهر خود ندیدش
نشان دختر بخرد ندیدش

همه تن چون گلاب آنجا عرق کرد
چو گل جان را بجای جامه شق کرد

چو مرد از شرم زن را آنچنان دید
وزان دلتنگی او را بیم جان دید

دل آن مرد خست از خجلت او
بصحت برگرفت آن علت او

بدو گفتا که من ایمان ندارم
اگر این سر تو پنهان ندارم

نگردد مادرت زین راز آگاه
پدر را خود کجا باشد درین راه

چو خالی نیست از عیب آدمی زاد
اگر عیبی ترا در راه افتاد

بپوشم تا بپوشد کردگارم
که من بیش از تو در تن عیب دارم

تو دل خوش دار و چندین زین مکن یاد
دگر هرگز مبادت زین سخن یاد

چو شد روز دگر بگذشت این حال
بریخت آن مرغ زرین را پر وبال

چنان در ورطهٔ بیماری افتاد
که در یک روز در صد زاری افتاد

رگ و پی همچو چنگش در فغان ماند
همه مغزش چو خرما استخوان ماند

چو شوهر دید روی چون زر او
طبیب آورد حالی بر سر او

کجا یک ذره درمان را اثر بود
که هر دم زرد روئی تازه تر بود

زبان بگشاد شوهر در نهانی
که کشتی خویشتن را در جوانی

اگر آن خواستی تا من بپوشم
بپوشیدم وزین معنی خموشم

وگر آن بود رای تو کزین کار
مرا نبود خبر نابوده انگار

چرا زین غم بسی تیمار خوردی
که تا خود را چینن بیمار کردی

چنین گفت آنگه آن زن کای نکوجفت
ز چون تو مرد ناید جز نکو گفت

تو آنچ از تو سزد گفتی و کردی
غم جان من بیچاره خوردی

ولی من این خجالت را چه سازم
که می دانم که میدانی تو رازم

چو تو هستی خبردار از گناهم
کجا برخیزد این آتش ز راهم

بگفت این وز خجلت بیخبر گشت
سیه شد روزش و حالش دگر گشت

چو چیزی را که بودش آن ببخشید
نماندش هیچ چیزی جان ببخشید

اگر یک قطره شد در بحر کل غرق
چرا ریزی ازین غم خاک بر فرق

مشو چون قطره زین غم بی سر و پا
که اولیتر بود قطره بدریا

چرا زادی چو می مردی چنین زار
ترا نازاده مردن به شرروار

چرا برخاستی چون می بخفتی
چرا می آمدی چون می برفتی

English translation

A man sought a bride, beautiful as a picture, He did not find her established in his seal [a virgin]. When that husband did not find her with his seal, He did not see the sign of a pure maiden in her. Her whole body sweat there like rosewater, Like a rose she tore her soul instead of her garment. When the man saw the woman so ashamed, And from that distress saw her in fear for her life, That man's heart was wounded by her shame, He took her illness for health [acted compassionately]. He said to her, 'I have no faith If I do not keep this secret of yours hidden. Your mother will not become aware of this secret, Where would your father even be in this path? Since human beings are not empty of faults, If a fault occurred to you on the way, I will cover it so that my Creator covers mine, For I have more faults in my body than you. Keep your heart happy and do not remember this so much, May you never again remember these words.' When the next day came and this state passed, The wings and feathers of that golden bird shed. She fell into the abyss of illness such That in one day she fell into a hundred lamentations. Her veins and sinews remained lamenting like a harp, Her whole brain remained withered like the pit of a date. When the husband saw her face yellow like gold, He immediately brought a doctor to her head. Where was there a trace of effect from the cure? For every moment her pallor was fresher. The husband opened his tongue in secret, Saying, 'You have killed yourself in your youth! If you wanted me to cover it, I covered it and am silent on this matter. And if your thought was that of this deed I had no knowledge, consider it unhappened. Why did you grieve so much from this sorrow, That you made yourself so ill?' Then that woman said, 'O good mate! From a man like you nothing comes but good speech. You said and did what befits you, You grieved for the soul of poor me. But what can I do with this shame? For I know that you know my secret. Since you are aware of my sin, How can this fire rise from my path?' She said this and from shame became unconscious, Her day became black and her state altered. Since he had forgiven her what she had [done], She had nothing left but gave up her soul. If a drop drowned in the total sea, Why do you pour dirt on your head from this sorrow? Do not become headless and footless like a drop from this sorrow, For it is more fitting for the drop to be in the sea. Why were you born if you were to die so miserably? It was better for you to die unborn like a spark. Why did you rise if you were to sleep? Why did you come if you were to go?

Updated 2026-07-03

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