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
Miriam replied, "By Allah, O Nur al-Din, indeed thou hast sinned
against thyself, for I warned thee of this before it befell thee: yet
wouldst thou not hearken to me, but followedst thine own lust: albeit
that whereof I gave thee to know I learnt not by means of inspiration
nor physiognomy[FN#520] nor dreams, but by eye-witness and very sight;
for I saw the one-eyed Wazir and knew that he was not come to
Alexandria but in quest of me." Said he, "O my lady Miriam, we seek
refuge with Allah from the error of the intelligent!"[FN#521] Then his
affliction redoubled on him and he recited this saying,[FN#522]
"Pass o'er my fault, for 'tis the wise man's wont
Of other's sins to take no harsh account;
And as all crimes have made my breast their site,
So thine all shapes of mercy should unite.
Who from above would mercy seek to know,
Should first be merciful to those below."
Then Nur al-Din and Princess Miriam ceased not from lovers' chiding
which to trace would be tedious, relating each to other that which had
befallen them and reciting verses and making moan, one to other, of the
violence of passion and the pangs of pine and desire, whilst the tears
ran down their cheeks like rivers, till there was left them no strength
to say a word and so they continued till day deprated and night
darkened. Now the Princess was clad in a green dress, purfled with red
gold and broidered with pearls and gems which enhanced her beauty and
loveliness and inner grace; and right well quoth the poet of
her,[FN#523]
"Like the full moon she shineth in garments all of green, With
loosened vest and collars and flowing hair beseen.
'What is thy name?' I asked her, and she replied, 'I'm she Who
roasts the hearts of lovers on coals of love and teen.
I am the pure white silver, ay, and the gold wherewith The
bondsmen from strait prison and dour releasčd been.'
Quoth I, 'I'm all with rigours consumed;' but 'On a rock,' Said
she, 'such as my heart is, thy plaints are wasted clean.'
'Even if thy heart,' I answered, 'be rock in very deed, Yet hath
God caused fair water well from the rock, I ween.'"
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