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
before him somewhat of victual and seeing upon him signs of fine
breeding, said to him, “O my son, I grow old and desiring help from
thee, I will do away thy necessity.” Nur al-Din replied, “To hear is to
obey;” and abode with the old man, who rested and took his ease, while
the youth did his service in the mosque, celebrating the praises of
Allah and calling the Faithful to prayer and lighting the lamps and
filling the spout-pots[314] and sweeping and cleaning out the place of
worship on thiswise it befel the young Damascene; but as regards Sitt
al-Milah, the Lady Zubaydah, the wife of the Commander of the Faithful,
made a banquet in her palace and assembled her slave-girls. And the
damsel came, weeping-eyed and heavy-hearted, and those present blamed
her for this, whereupon she recited these couplets:—
Ye blame the mourner who weeps his woe; ✿ Needs must the mourner sing,
weeping sore;
An I see not some happy day I’ll weep ✿ Brine-tears till followed by
gouts of gore.
When she had made an end of her verses, the Lady Zubaydah bade each
damsel sing a song, till the turn came round to Sitt al-Milah, whereupon
she took the lute and tuning it, carolled thereto four-and-twenty carols
in four-and-twenty modes; then she returned to the first and sang these
couplets:—
The World hath shot me with all her shafts ✿ Departing friends
parting-grief t’ aby:
So in heart the burn of all hearts I bear ✿ And in eyes the tear-drops
of every eye.
When she had made an end of her song, she wept till she garred the
bystanders weep and the Lady Zubaydah condoled with her and said to her,
“Allah upon thee, O Sitt al-Milah, sing us somewhat, so we may hearken
to thee.” The damsel replied, “Hearing and obeying,” and sang these
couplets:—
People of passion, assemble ye! ✿ This day be the day of our agony:
The Raven o’ severance croaks at our doors; ✿ Our raven which nigh to us
aye see we.
The friends we love have appointed us ✿ The grievousest parting-dule to
dree.
Rise, by your lives, and let all at once ✿ Fare to seek our friends
where their sight we see.
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