Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 2 (of 6)
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Supplemental Nights to the Book of the Thousand and One Nights — Volume 2 (of 6)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
mother and caught hold of him; and he said to her, “Allah upon thee, let
me gang my gait and strive not to divert me from what purpose I have
purposed, for needs must I go.” She replied, “O my son, if it must be so
and there be no help for it, swear to me that thou wilt not be absent
from me more than a year.” And he sware to her. Then he entered his
father’s treasuries and took therefrom what he would of jewels and
jacinths and everything weighty of worth and light of load: he also bade
his servant Amir saddle him two steeds and the like for himself, and
whenas the night beset his back,[352] he rose from his couch and
mounting his horse, set out for Baghdad, he and Amir, whilst the page
knew not whither he intended.[353] He gave not over going and the
journey was joyous to him, till they came to a goodly land, abounding in
birds and wild beasts, whereupon Al-Abbas started a gazelle and shot it
with a shaft. Then he dismounted and cutting its throat, said to his
servant, “Alight thou and skin it and carry it to the water.” Amir
answered him with “Hearkening and obedience” and going down to the
water, built a fire and broiled the gazelle’s flesh. Then they ate their
fill and drank of the water, after which they mounted again and fared on
with diligent faring, and Amir still unknowing whither Al-Abbas was
minded to wend. So he said to him, “O my lord, I conjure thee by Allah
of All-might, wilt thou not tell me whither thou intendest?” Al-Abbas
looked at him and in reply improvised these couplets:—
In my vitals are fires of desire and repine; ✿ And naught I reply when
they flare on high:
Baghdad-wards I hie me on life-and-death work, ✿ Loving one who distorts
my right judgment awry:
A swift camel under me shortcuts the wold ✿ And deem it a cloud all who
nearhand espy:
O ’Ámir make haste after model of her ✿ Who would heal mine ill and
Love’s cup drain dry:
For the leven of love burns the vitals of me; ✿ So with me seek my tribe
and stint all reply.
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