The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 06 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 06 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
In the vestibules stood benches of ivory, plated with glittering gold
and covered with silken stuffs, whereon lay men, whose skin had dried
up on their bones; the fool had deemed them sleeping; but, for lack of
food, they had perished and tasted the cup of death. Now when the Emir
Musa saw this, he stood still, glorifying Allah the Most High and
hallowing Him and contemplating the beauty of the palace and the
massiveness of its masonry and fair perfection of its ordinance, for it
was builded after the goodliest and stablest fashion and the most part
of its adornment was of green[FN#139] lapis-lazuli, and on the inner
door, which stood open, were written in characters of gold and
ultramarine, these couplets,
“Consider thou, O man, what these places to thee showed * And be
upon thy guard ere thou travel the same road:
And prepare thee good provision some day may serve thy turn * For
each dweller in the house needs must yede wi’ those who yode
Consider how this people their palaces adorned * And in dust have
been pledged for the seed of acts they sowed
They built but their building availed them not, and hoards * Nor
saved their lives nor day of Destiny forslowed:
How often did they hope for what things were undecreed. * And
passed unto their tombs before Hope the bounty showed
And from high and awful state all a sudden they were sent * To
the straitness of the grave and oh! base is their abode:
Then came to them a Crier after burial and cried, * What booted
thrones or crowns or the gold to you bestowed:
Where now are gone the faces hid by curtain and by veil, * Whose
charms were told in proverbs, those beauties à-la-mode?
The tombs aloud reply to the questioners and cry, * Death’s
canker and decay those rosy cheeks corrode’
Long time they ate and drank, but their joyaunce had a term, *
And the eater eke was eaten, and was eaten by the worm.”
When the Emir read this, he wept, till he was like to swoon away—And
Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted
say.
When it was the Five Hundred ante Seventy-fifth Night,
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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