The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 07 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 07 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
When he ended his verse he swooned away and the Wazir sprinkled
rose-water on him, till the Prince came to himself, when the Minister
said to him, “O King’s son, possess thy soul in patience; for the
consequence of patience is consolation, and behold, thou art on the way
to whatso thou wishest.” And he ceased not to bespeak him fair and
comfort him till his trouble subsided; and they continued their journey
with all diligence. Presently, the Prince again became impatient of the
length of the way and bethought him of his beloved and recited these
couplets,
“Longsome is absence, restlessness increaseth and despite; *
And burn my vitals in the blaze my love and longings
light:
Grows my hair gray from pains and pangs which I am doomèd bear
* For pine, while tear-floods stream from eyes and sore
offend my sight:
I swear, O Hope of me, O End of every wish and will, * By Him
who made mankind and every branch with leafage dight,
A passion-load for thee, O my Desire, I must endure, * And
boast I that to bear such load no lover hath the might.
Question the Night of me and Night thy soul shall satisfy *
Mine eyelids never close in sleep throughout the livelong
night.”
Then he wept with sore weeping and ‘plained of that he suffered for
stress of love-longing; but the Wazir comforted him and spoke him fair,
promising him the winning of his wish; after which they fared on again
for a few days, when they drew near to the White City, the capital of
King Abd al-Kadir, soon after sunrise. Then said the Minister to the
Prince, “Rejoice, O King’s son, in all good; for see, yonder is the
White City, that which thou seekest.” Whereat the Prince rejoiced with
exceeding joy and recited these couplets,
“My friends, I yearn in heart distraught for him; * Longing
abides and with sore pains I brim:
I mourn like childless mother, nor can find * One to
console me when the light grows dim;
Yet when the breezes blow from off thy land, * I feel
their freshness shed on heart and limb;
And rail mine eyes like water-laden clouds, * While in a
tear-sea shed by heart I swim.”
Now when they entered the White City they asked for the Merchants’
Khan, a place of moneyed men; and when shown the hostelry they hired
three magazines and on receiving the keys[FN#264] they laid up therein
all their goods and gear. They abode in the Khan till they were rested,
when the Wazir applied himself to devise a device for the Prince,——And
Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted
say.
When it was the Seven Hundred and Twenty-first Night,
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