Rumi's Masnavi - Let my Joseph sit in Thy prison, O King: come, deliver me from the wiles of the women.

Let my Joseph sit in Thy prison, O King: come, deliver me from the wiles of the women. 2795

یوسفم در حبس تو ای شه نشان ** هین ز دستان زنانم وا رهان

My mother's lust caused me to fall from the highest heaven which was my tethering-place (stable), for (God said), Fall ye down!

از سوی عرشی که بودم مربط او ** شهوت مادر فکندم که اهبطوا

So by the artfulness of a crone I fell from (a state of) complete perfection into the prison of the womb.

پس فتادم زان کمال مستتم ** از فن زالی به زندان رحم

She brings the spirit from the highest heaven to the (corporeal) Hatím (enclosure): great must be the craft of women.

روح را از عرش آرد در حطیم ** لاجرم کید زنان باشد عظیم

(Both) my first and my last fall were caused by woman, since I was spirit—and how have I become body?

اول و آخر هبوط من ز زن ** چونک بودم روح و چون گشتم بدن

Hearken to this lament of Joseph in his lapse (from grace), or take pity on that distraught Jacob. 2800

بشنو این زاری یوسف در عثار ** یا بر آن یعقوب بی‌دل رحم آر

Shall I complain of my brethren or of the women who have cast me, like Adam, from the gardens (of Eden)?

ناله از اخوان کنم یا از زنان ** که فکندندم چو آدم از جنان

I am withered like leaves in December because I have eaten the wheat from the Paradise of union.

زان مثال برگ دی پژمرده‌ام ** کز بهشت وصل گندم خورده‌ام

When I saw Thy graciousness and kindness and Thy greeting of peace and Thy message,

چون بدیدم لطف و اکرام ترا ** وآن سلام سلم و پیغام ترا

I produced rue (to burn as a charm) against the evil eye; (but) the evil eye reached even my rue.

من سپند از چشم بد کردم پدید ** در سپندم نیز چشم بد رسید