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
When he had made an end of this letter, he handed it to Abu al-Hasan,
saying, "Read it and give it to the damsel." So he took it and read it
and its words stirred his soul and its meaning wounded his vitals. Then
he committed it to the girl, and when she took it Ali bin Bakkar said
to her, "Salute thy lady for me and acquaint her with my love and
longing and how passion is blended with my flesh and my bones; and say
to her that in very deed I need a woman who shall snatch me from the
sea of destruction and save me from this dilemma; for of a truth
Fortune oppresseth me with her vicissitudes; and is there any helper to
free me from her turpitudes?" And he wept and the damsel wept for his
weeping. Then she took leave of him and went forth and Abu al-Hasan
went out with her and farewelled her. So she ganged her gait and he
returned to his shop, which he opened and sat down there, as was his
wont;—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her
permitted say.
When it was the One Hundred and Fifty-ninth Night,
She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Abu al-Hasan
farewelled the slave-girl and returned to his shop which he opened and
sat down there according to his custom; but as he tarried, he found his
heart oppressed and his breast straitened, and he was perplexed about
his case. So he ceased not from melancholy the rest of that day and
night, and on the morrow he betook himself to Ali bin Bakkar, with whom
he sat till the folk withdrew, when he asked him how he did. Ali began
to complain of desire and to descant upon the longing and distraction
which possessed him, and repeated these words of the poet.
"Men have 'plained of pining before my time, *
Live and dead by parting been terrified:
But such feelings as those which my ribs immure *
I have never heard of, nor ever espied."
And these of another poet,
"I have borne for thy love what never bore *
For his fair, Kays the 'Daft one'[FN#204] hight of old:
Yet I chase not the wildlings of wold and wild *
Like Kays, for madness is manifold."
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