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
but he believed not the Eunuch’s words and said to him, “Fie upon thee!
What is this thou sayst? Hast thou not seen this in a dream?” Quoth the
Eunuch, “By Allah, I wot not what thou sayest, and I was not asleep;”
and quoth Al-Rashid, “An thy speech be soothfast, it shall be for thy
good luck, for I will free thee and give thee a thousand gold pieces;
but, an it be untrue and thou have seen this in dream-land, I will
crucify thee.” The Eunuch said within himself, “O Protector, let me not
have seen this in vision!” then he left the Caliph and running to the
chamber-door, heard the sound of singing and lute-playing; whereupon he
returned to Al-Rashid and said to him, “Go and hearken and see who is
asleep.” When the Prince of True Believers drew near the door of the
sleeping-chamber, he heard the sound of the lute and Tohfah’s voice
singing; whereat he could not restrain his reason and was like to faint
for excess of delight. Then he pulled out the key, but his hand refused
to draw the bolt: however, after a while, he took heart and applying
himself, opened the door and entered, saying, “Methinks this is none
other than a vision or an imbroglio of dreams.” When Tohfah saw him, she
rose and coming to meet him, pressed him to her breast; and he cried out
a cry wherein his sprite was like to depart and fell down in a fit. She
again strained him to her bosom and sprinkled on him rose-water mingled
with musk, and washed his face, till he came to himself, as he were a
drunken man, and shed tears for the stress of his joy in Tohfah’s return
to him, after he had despaired of her returning. Then she took the lute
and smote thereon, after the fashion she had learnt from Shaykh Iblis,
so that Al-Rashid’s wit was bewildered for excess of joy and his
understanding was confounded for exultation; after which she improvised
and sang these couplets:—
That I left thee my heart to believe is unlief; ✿ For the life that’s in
it ne’er leaveth; brief,
An thou say “I went,” saith my heart “What a fib!” ✿ And I bide ’twixt
believing and unbelief.
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