Basatin al-uns 78.266

78.266

عنبر زلفی که ماه در چنبر اوست شیرین سخنی که شهد در شکر اوست زان چندان با زمانه کاندر سر اوست فرمان ده روزگار فرمان بر اوست پادشاه را بهمجرد آن که نظر بر جمال جهان آرای سمنبر افتاد زمام هوس بهدست قائد محبت داد و آن جوی آب را از سیلاب چشمهای خون افشان بحر بی کران گردانید و از تأثیر حرارت آتش دل سوخته در طبع آب مزاج آتش پیدا کرد و جاذب عشق او چون مغناطیس گوهر جانش را به سوی خویش کشید و طره طرارش نقد شکیبایی را از جیب دلش در ربود، هرچند عقل نصیحت آموز در گوش دلش فرو میخواند که پای از کوی بلا بیرون کش تا سرت چون خاک راه پی سپر حوادث نگردد و چشم از نظاره این آفت جهان بردوز تا بهسان مردم دیده لباس ماتم در نپوشاند1، اما چون سلطان قاهر عشق بر ولایت صبر غالب و مستولی گشته بود و در ساحت جان سراپردهآ اقامت زده قبول2 مواعظ مقبول میسر نگشت و پندهای دلیذیر نیک خواهان سختتر از بندهای دیگر آهن نمود و دیوانهٔ‌ حسن و جمال او و سرگشتهآ زلف و خال او شده. للمؤلف :

One of amber locks, in whose hoop is the moon; / sweet of speech, with honey in her sugar;
from as much [rebellion] against time as is in her head, / the ruler of the age has become her obedient servant.
As soon as the king’s glance fell upon Samanbar’s world-adorning beauty, he placed the reins of desire in the hand of the guide
of love, and with the flood of his blood-shedding eyes turned that stream of water into a shoreless ocean. From the effect
of the heat of his burnt heart's fire, a fiery temperament appeared in the nature of water, and the attraction of her love, like a magnet,
pulled the gem of his soul toward itself, while her pickpocket forelock snatched the coin of endurance from the pocket of his heart.
Although counsel-giving intellect was whispering into his heart's ear: "Withdraw your foot from the lane of misfortune, so that
your head may not be trampled by accidents like the dust of the road, and stitch up your eye from gazing upon this world-calamity, so that, like
the pupil of the eye, it does not clothe you in mourning garments"—yet since the vanquishing sultan of love had become dominant and victorious over the realm of patience
and had pitched the pavilion of residence in the arena of the soul, the acceptance of acceptable sermons proved impossible; and the
heart-pleasing counsels of well-wishers appeared harder than other fetters of iron, and he became mad for her beauty and loveliness and bewildered by
her lock and beauty-mark. By the author: