Or, like the much-enduring and glorious Ismá‘íl (Ishmael), offered a throat to Love and his dagger.3985
یا چو اسمعیل صبار مجید ** پیش عشق و خنجرش حلقی کشید
Story of Imra’u ’l-Qays, who was the king of the Arabs and exceedingly handsome: he was the Joseph of his time, and the Arab women were desperately in love with him, like Zalíkhá (with Joseph). He had the poetic genius (and composed the ode beginning)— “Halt, let us weep in memory of a beloved and a dwelling-place.” Since all the women desired him with (heart and) soul, one may well wonder what was the object of his love-songs and lamentations. Surely he knew that all these (beauteous forms) are copies of a (unique) picture which have been drawn (by the Artist) on frames of earth. At last there came to this Imra’u ’l-Qays such a (spiritual) experience that in the middle of the night he fled from his kingdom and children and concealed himself in the garb of a dervish and wandered from that clime to another clime in search of Him who transcends all climes: “He chooseth for His mercy whom He will”; and so forth.
حکایت امرء القیس کی پادشاه عرب بود و به صورت عظیم به جمال بود یوسف وقت خود بود و زنان عرب چون زلیخا مرده‌ی او و او شاعر طبع قفا نبک من ذکری حبیب و منزل چون همه زنان او را به جان می‌جستند ای عجب غزل او و ناله‌ی او بهر چه بود مگر دانست کی این‌ها همه تمثال صورتی‌اند کی بر تخته‌های خاک نقش کرده‌اند عاقبت این امرء القیس را حالی پیدا شد کی نیم‌شب از ملک و فرزند گریخت و خود را در دلقی پنهان کرد و از آن اقلیم به اقلیم دیگر رفت در طلب آن کس کی از اقلیم منزه است یختص برحمته من یشاء الی آخره
Imra’u ’l-Qays was weary of his empire: Love carried him away from the country of the Arabs,
امرء القیس از ممالک خشک‌لب ** هم کشیدش عشق از خطه‌ی عرب
So that he came and worked as a brick-maker at Tabúk. The king was told that a royal personage,
تا بیامد خشت می‌زد در تبوک ** با ملک گفتند شاهی از ملوک
Imra’u ’l-Qays (by name), having fallen a prey to Love, had come thither and was making bricks by (his own) labour.
امرء القیس آمدست این‌جا به کد ** در شکار عشق و خشتی می‌زند
The king rose up and went to him at night and said to him, “O king of beauteous countenance,
آن ملک برخاست شب شد پیش او ** گفته او را ای ملیک خوب‌رو
Thou art the Joseph of the age. Two empires have become entirely subject to thee—(one), of the territories (under thy sway), and (the other), of Beauty.3990
یوسف وقتی دو ملکت شد کمال ** مر ترا رام از بلاد و از جمال
Men are enslaved by thy sword, while women are the chattels of thy cloudless moon.
گشته مردان بندگان از تیغ تو ** وان زنان ملک مه بی‌میغ تو
(If) thou wilt dwell with me, ’twill be my fortune: by union with thee my soul will be made (equal to) a hundred (enraptured) souls.
پیش ما باشی تو بخت ما بود ** جان ما از وصل تو صد جان شود
Both I (myself) and my kingdom are thine to hold as thine own, O thou who in high aspiration hast abandoned kingdoms!”
هم من و هم ملک من مملوک تو ** ای به همت ملک‌ها متروک تو
He reasoned with him for a long time, and he (Imra’u ’l-Qays) kept silence, (till) suddenly he unveiled the mystery.
فلسفه گفتش بسی و او خموش ** ناگهان وا کرد از سر روی‌پوش