The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 02 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 02 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
When I heard these verses I held my peace and cared not to exchange a word with
thee." "O Anis al-Jalis," said Nur al-Din, "thou knowest that I have not
wasted my wealth save on my friends, especially these ten who have now left me
a pauper, and I think they will not abandon and desert me without relief." "By
Allah," replied she, "they will not profit thee with aught of aid." Said he,
"I will rise at once and go to them; and knock at their doors; it may be I shall
get from them somewhat wherewith I may trade and leave pastime and pleasuring."
So he rose without stay or delay, and repaired to a street wherein all his ten
friends lived. He went up to the nearest door and knocked; whereupon a
handmaid came out and asked him, "Who art thou?"; and he answered, "Tell thy
master that Nur al-Din Ali standeth at the door and saith to him, 'Thy slave
kisseth thy hand and awaiteth thy bounty.'" The girl went in and told her
master, who cried at her, "Go back and say, 'My master is not at home.'" So
she returned to Nur al-Din, and said to him, "O my lord, my master is out."
Thereupon he turned away and said to himself, "If this one be a whoreson knave
and deny himself, another may not prove himself such knave and whoreson." Then
he went up to the next door and sent in a like message to the house-master, who
denied himself as the first had done, whereupon he began repeating,
"He is gone who when to his gate thou go'st, * Fed thy famisht maw with his
boiled and roast."
When he had ended his verse he said, "By Allah, there is no help but that I
make trial of them all: perchance there be one amongst them who will stand me
in the stead of all the rest." So he went the round of the ten, but not one of
them would open his door to him or show himself or even break a bit of bread
before him; whereupon he recited,
"Like a tree is he who in wealth doth wone, * And while fruits he the folk to his fruit shall run:
But when bared the tree of what fruit it bare, * They leave it to suffer from dust and sun.
Perdition to all of this age! I find * Ten rogues for every righteous one."
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