The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 03 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 03 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
Answered the other, "Leave this talk! Were thy healing at the price of
my hand, I would cut it off ere thou couldst ask me; and, could I
ransom thee with my life, I had already laid it down for thee. Now this
very day, Shams al-Nahar's handmaid hath been with me and told me that
what hindered her coming ere this was the Caliph's sojourn with her
mistress; and she acquainted me with everything which had betided her."
And he went on to repeat to him all that the girl had told him of Shams
al-Nahar; at which Ali bin Bakkar lamented sore and wept and said to
him, "Allah upon thee, O my brother, help me in this affliction and
teach me what course I shall take. Moreover, I beg thee of thy grace to
abide with me this night, that I may have the solace of thy society."
Abu al-Hasan agreed to this request, replying that he would readily
night there; so they talked together till even-tide darkened, when Ali
bin Bakkar groaned aloud and lamented and wept copious tears, reciting
these couplets,
"Thine image in these eyne, a-lip thy name, *
My heart thy home; how couldst thou disappear?
How sore I grieve for life which comes to end, *
Nor see I boon of union far or near."
And these the words of another,
"She split my casque of courage with eye-swords that sorely
smite; * She pierced my patience' ring-mail with her shape
like cane-spear light:
Patched by the musky mole on cheek was to our sight displayed *
Camphor set round with ambergris, light dawning through the
night.[FN#198]
Her soul was sorrowed and she bit carnelion stone with pearls *
Whose unions in a sugared tank ever to lurk unite:[FN#199]
Restless she sighed and smote with palm the snows that clothe her
breast, * And left a mark whereon I looked and ne'er beheld
such sight,
Pens, fashioned of her coral nails with ambergris for ink, *
Five lines on crystal page of breast did cruelly indite:
O swordsmen armed with trusty steel! I bid you all beware *
When she on you bends deadly glance which fascinates the
sprite:
And guard thyself, O thou of spear! whenas she draweth near *
To tilt with slender quivering shape, likest the nut-brown
spear."
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