The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 01 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 01 (of 10)
Fairy tales -- Arab countries; Folklore -- Arab countries
Know, O Commander of the Faithful, that I had a father who, after
fulfilling his time, deceased and left me great store of wealth. I
remained single for a short time and presently married one of the
richest of his day. I abode with him a year when he also died, and my
share of his property amounted to eighty thousand dinars in gold
according to the holy law of inheritance.[328] Thus I became passing
rich and my reputation spread far and wide, for I had made me ten
changes of raiment, each worth a thousand dinars. One day as I was
sitting at home, behold, there came in to me an old woman[329] with
lantern jaws and cheeks sucked in, and eyes rucked up, and eyebrows
scant and scald, and head bare and bald; and teeth broken by time and
mauled, and back bending and neck-nape nodding, and face blotched, and
rheum running, and hair like a snake black-and-white-speckled, in
complexion a very fright, even as saith the poet of the like of her:—
Ill-omened hag! unshriven be her sins ✿ Nor mercy visit her on dying
bed:
Thousand head-strongest he-mules would her guiles, ✿ Despite their
bolting, lead with spider thread.
And as saith another:—
A hag to whom th' unlawful lawfullest ✿ And witchcraft wisdom in her
sight are grown:
A mischief-making brat, a demon-maid, ✿ A whorish woman and a pimping
crone.[330]
When the old woman entered she salamed to me and kissing the ground
before me, said, "I have at home an orphan daughter and this night are
her wedding and her displaying.[331] We be poor folks and strangers in
this city knowing none inhabitant and we are broken-hearted. So do thou
earn for thyself a recompense and a reward in Heaven by being present
at her displaying and, when the ladies of this city shall hear that
thou art to make act of presence, they also will present themselves; so
shalt thou comfort her affliction, for she is sore bruised in spirit
and she hath none to look to save Allah the Most High." Then she wept
and kissed my feet reciting these couplets:—
Thy presence bringeth us a grace ✿ We own before thy winsome face:
And wert thou absent ne'er an one ✿ Could stand in stead or take thy
place.
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