Every year, on account of poverty, Júhí would artfully turn to his wife and say, “O sweetheart,
جوحی هر سالی ز درویشی به فن ** رو بزن کردی کای دلخواه زن
Since thou hast the weapons, go, catch some game in order that we may get milk (profit) from thy prey.4450
چون سلاحت هست رو صیدی بگیر ** تا بدوشانیم از صید تو شیر
Wherefore has God given thee the bow of thine eyebrow, the arrow of thy amorous glance, and the snare of thy craftiness? For hunting.
قوس ابرو تیر غمزه دام کید ** بهر چه دادت خدا از بهر صید
Go, lay the snare for a big bird: show the bait, but do not let him eat it.
رو پی مرغی شگرفی دام نه ** دانه بنما لیک در خوردش مده
Show him his wish, but disappoint him: how can he eat the bait when he is imprisoned in the snare?”
کام بنما و کن او را تلخ‌کام ** کی خورد دانه چو شد در حبس دام
His wife went to the cadi to complain, saying, “I appeal (to thee) for help against my faithless husband.”
شد زن او نزد قاضی در گله ** که مرا افغان ز شوی ده‌دله
(To) cut the tale short, the cadi fell a prey to the (pleading) words and beauty of the fair woman.4455
قصه کوته کن که قاضی شد شکار ** از مقال و از جمال آن نگار
He said, “There is such a noise in the court of justice (that) I cannot understand this complaint;
گفت اندر محکمه‌ست این غلغله ** من نتوانم فهم کردن این گله
(But) if you will come to my private house, O cypress-slender one, and describe to me the injurious behaviour of your husband”—
گر به خلوت آیی ای سرو سهی ** از ستم‌کاری شو شرحم دهی
“In thy house,” she replied, “there will be a (constant) coming and going of every sort of people, good and bad, for the purpose of making complaints.”
گفت خانه‌ی تو ز هر نیک و بدی ** باشد از بهر گله آمد شدی