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دفتر سوم - بخش ۱۴۲ - مخصوص بودن یعقوب علیه السلام به چشیدن جام حق از روی یوسف و کشیدن بوی حق از بوی یوسف و حرمان برادران و غیر هم ازین هر دو / Book Three — Section 142 — The Particularity of Jacob (peace be upon him) in Tasting the Cup of the Real from the Face of Joseph, and Drawing the Scent of the Real from the Scent of Joseph, and the Deprivation of the Brothers and Others from Both of These

متن و ترجمه / Text and Translation

آنچ یعقوب از رخ یوسف بدیدخاص او بد آن به اخوان کی رسید
What Jacob saw in the face of Joseph
was particular to him — when did it reach the brothers?
این ز عشقش خویش در چه می کندو آن بکین از بهر او چه می کند
This one, out of love for him, casts himself into the pit,
and that one, out of hatred — what does he do because of him?
سفرهٔ او پیش این از نان تهیستپیش یعقوبست پر کو مشتهیست
Before this one, his spread is empty of bread;
before Jacob it is full, for he is the one who has appetite.
روی ناشسته نبیند روی حورلا صلوة گفت الا بالطهور
The unwashed face does not behold the face of the houris;
he said: "No prayer except with purity (ṭahūr)."
عشق باشد لوت و پوت جانهاجوع ازین رویست قوت جانها
Love is the feast and sustenance of souls;
hunger, from this perspective, is the nourishment of souls.
جوع یوسف بود آن یعقوب رابوی نانش می رسید از دور جا
The hunger for Joseph was that nourishment for Jacob;
the scent of his bread reached him from afar.
آنک بستد پیرهن را می شتافتبوی پیراهان یوسف می نیافت
He who took the shirt was hastening,
yet could not find the scent of Joseph's shirt.
و آنک صد فرسنگ زان سو بود اوچونک بد یعقوب می بویید بو
And he who was a hundred farsakhs away on that far side —
being Jacob — sniffed out the scent.
ای بسا عالم ز دانش بی نصیبحافظ علمست آنکس نه حبیب
O, how many a scholar is deprived of true knowledge;
that person is a custodian of knowledge, not a beloved (ḥabīb).
مستمع از وی همی یابد مشامگرچه باشد مستمع از جنس عام
The listener still finds the scent from him,
even if the listener is of the common sort.
زانک پیراهان بدستش عاریه ستچون بدست آن نخاسی جاریه ست
For the shirt is in his hand on loan,
as the slave-girl is in the hand of that slave-merchant.
جاریه پیش نخاسی سرسریستدر کف او از برای مشتریست
The slave-girl before the slave-merchant is passing,
in his hand she is for the buyer.
قسمت حقست روزی دادنیهر یکی را سوی دیگر راه نی
The allotment is the Real's (Ḥaqq's) sustenance, destined to be given;
for each one, there is no road toward another's.
یک خیال نیک باغ آن شدهیک خیال زشت راه این زده
One fair imagination has become a garden for that one,
one foul imagination has blocked the path for this one.
آن خدایی کز خیالی باغ ساختوز خیالی دوزخ و جای گداخت
That God who from one imagination made a garden,
and from another imagination made hell and a place of melting —
پس کی داند راه گلشنهای اوپس کی داند جای گلخنهای او
who, then, can know the path to His rose-gardens?
Who, then, can know the place of His furnaces?
دیدبان دل نبیند در مجالکز کدامین رکن جان آید خیال
The sentinel of the heart cannot see in the interval
from which corner of the soul imagination arrives.
گر بدیدی مطلعش را ز احتیالبند کردی راه هر ناخوش خیال
If he could see its rising-point through cunning,
he would block the path of every unpleasant imagination.
کی رسد جاسوس را آنجا قدمکه بود مرصاد و در بند عدم
When can the spy's foot reach that place
which is the watchtower, held in the grip of non-existence?
دامن فضلش بکف کن کوروارقبض اعمی این بود ای شهره یار
Take hold of the hem of His grace like a blind man;
this is the blind man's grasp, O renowned one.
دامن او امر و فرمان ویستنیکبختی که تقی جان ویست
His hem is His command and His decree;
happy is he whose soul is taqwā.
آن یکی در مرغزار و جوی آبو آن یکی پهلوی او اندر عذاب
One is in the meadow with running water,
and another, beside him, is in torment.
او عجب مانده که ذوق این ز چیستو آن عجب مانده که این در حبس کیست
He is left wondering: what is the delight of this one?
And that one is left wondering: in whose prison is this one?
هین چرا خشکی که اینجا چشمه هاستهین چرا زردی که اینجا صد دواست
Heed! Why are you parched when here are springs?
Heed! Why are you pallid when here are a hundred cures?
همنشینا هین در آ اندر چمنگوید ای جان من نیارم آمدن
O companion, heed — come into the meadow!
He says: O my soul (jān), I cannot come.

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