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Know, O Prince of the Faithful! that my name is Jöhn Thómkeens, and my
father was Sháh Bandar of the merchants of Löhndöhn, and be resided
in the street which is called Oksphut; and he had great riches, and
possessed many stuffs, and jewels, and minerals, and female slaves, and
black male slaves, and memlooks; and a great desire came upon me to
travel, and divert myself with viewing the cities of the world; then
said I to my father, "By Allah! O my father, I conjure thee that thou
permittest me to travel from thee awhile, that I may divert myself with
viewing the cities of the world!" But my father was not willing to hinder
me from doing this, although it grieved him to part with me, so when I
conjured him to let me go, he hung his head awhile towards the earth, for
his bosom was contracted, and after a little space he raised his head,
and said to me, "O, my son! great grief has afflicted me, by reason of
this thy request; but as thou art eager to travel, may no harm befall
thee; be careful of thy substance, and associate not with those with whom
there is no avail to associate;" and he ceased not to advise me of that
which it was right for me to do, until the hour of prayer; and after
that he ordered his memlooks, and they prepared for me a mule, and put
on its saddle and equipments. So my father advanced to embrace me, for
the purpose of bidding me farewell, and he embraced me and wept until he
fainted, and when he recovered he recited these verses:--
"The man from the bad coin parteth without sorrow[13];
But the bosom of the father is contracted with the loss of his child.
The lamb was eager to leave the fold, despising the words of his mother;
But when the wolf appeared, he longed for the safety of the fold."
Then I bade him farewell, and recited these verses:--
"Youthful strength despises not labour;
And strange things meet the eye of him that travels[14]."
I then pursued my journey, not knowing whither I was going, and I
proceeded until I arrived upon the banks of a great river; and as I
looked, lo! a vast bridge was before me, and I considered my case, and
ascended upon the bridge, and a man met me, and said unto me, "By Allah!
O, my son, thou canst not pass here, until thou hast paid unto me a
penny!" So I gave him a penny, and proceeded; and the name of that river
was Thámez, and the name of that bridge Vockshál.
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