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
So pity gat hold on me and compassion and I said, "Hearing is
consenting and, please Allah, I will do somewhat more for her; nor
shall she be shown to her bridegroom save in my raiment and ornaments
and jewelry." At this the old woman rejoiced and bowed her head to my
feet and kissed them, saying, "Allah requite thee weal, and comfort thy
heart even as thou has comforted mine! But, O my lady, do not trouble
thyself to do me this service at this hour; be thou ready by
supper-time,[332] when I will come and fetch thee." So saying she
kissed my hand and went her ways. I set about stringing my pearls and
donning my brocades and making my toilette, little recking what Fortune
had in womb for me, when suddenly the old woman stood before me,
simpering and smiling till she showed every tooth stump, and quoth she,
"O my mistress, the city madams have arrived and when I apprized them
that thou promisedst to be present, they were glad and they are now
awaiting thee and looking eagerly for thy coming and for the honour of
meeting thee." So I threw on my mantilla and, making the old crone walk
before me and my handmaidens behind me, I fared till we came to a
street well watered and swept neat, where the winnowing breeze blew
cool and sweet. Here we were stopped by a gate arched over with a dome
of marble stone firmly seated on solidest foundation, and leading to a
Palace whose walls from earth rose tall and proud, and whose pinnacle
was crowned by the clouds,[333] and over the doorway were writ these
couplets:—
I am the wone where Mirth shall ever smile; ✿ The home of Joyance
through my lasting while:
And 'mid my court a fountain jets and flows, ✿ Nor tears nor troubles
shall that fount defile:
The marge with royal Nu'uman's[334] bloom is dight, ✿ Myrtle,
Narcissus-flower and Chamomile.
Arrived at the gate, before which hung a black curtain, the old woman
knocked and it was opened to us; when we entered and found a vestibule
spread with carpets and hung around with lamps all alight and wax
candles in candelabra adorned with pendants of precious gems and noble
ores. We passed on through this passage till we entered a saloon, whose
like for grandeur and beauty is not to be found in this world. It was
hung and carpeted with silken stuffs, and was illuminated with
branches, sconces and tapers ranged in double row, an avenue abutting
on the upper or noble end of the saloon, where stood a couch of
juniper-wood encrusted with pearls and gems and surmounted by a
baldaquin with mosquito-curtains of satin looped up with margarites.
And hardly had we taken note of this when there came forth from the
baldaquin a young lady and I looked, O Commander of the Faithful, upon
a face and form more perfect than the moon when fullest, with a favour
brighter than the dawn gleaming with saffron-hued light, even as the
poet sang when he said:—
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