The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 08 (of 10)
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The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 08 (of 10)
Fairy tales; Tales -- Arab countries
When Hasan saw her in this state of torment and misery and ignominy and
infamy, he wept till he fainted; and when he recovered he saw his
children playing and their mother aswoon for excess of pain; so he took
the cap from his head and the children saw him and cried out, "O our
father!" Then he covered his head again and the Princess came to
herself, hearing their cry, but saw only her children weeping and
shrieking, "O our father!" When she heard them name their sire and
weep, her heart was broken and her vitals rent asunder and she said to
them, "What maketh you in mind of your father at this time?" And she
wept sore and cried out, from a bursten liver and an aching bosom,
"Where are ye and where is your father?" Then she recalled the days of
her union with Hasan and what had befallen her since her desertion of
him and wept with sore weeping till her cheeks were seared and furrowed
and her face was drowned in a briny flood. Her tears ran down and
wetted the ground and she had not a hand loose to wipe them from her
cheeks, whilst the flies fed their fill on her skin, and she found no
helper but weeping and no solace but improvising verses. Then she
repeated these couplets,
"I call to mind the parting-day that rent our loves in twain,
When, as I turned away, the tears in very streams did rain.
The cameleer urged on his beasts with them, what while I found
Nor strength nor fortitude, nor did my heart with me remain.
Yea, back I turned, unknowing of the road nor might shake off The
trance of grief and longing love that numbed my heart and
brain;
And worst of all betided me, on my return, was one Who came to
me, in lowly guise, to glory in my pain.
Since the belovčd's gone, O soul, forswear the sweet of life Nor
covet its continuance, for, wanting him, 'twere vain.
List, O my friend, unto the tale of love, and God forbid That I
should speak and that thy heart to hearken should not deign!
As 'twere El Asmaď himself, of passion I discourse Fancies rare
and marvellous, linked in an endless chain."[FN#167]
—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her
permitted say.
When it was the Eight Hundred and Twenty-third Night,
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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