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 she had made an end of her verses, the Lady Zubaydah said to her,
"Wilt thou not come down to us, that we may take our fill of thy
beauty, O fairest of the fair? Glory be to Him who hath given thee
eloquence and brilliance!" But she said, "Far be from me that the Past
return should see!" Then said she to the mother of the hapless,
wretched Hasan, "By Allah, O my lady, O mother of my husband, it irketh
me to part from thee; but, whenas thy son cometh to thee and upon him
the nights of severance longsome shall be and he craveth reunion and
meeting to see and whenas breezes of love and longing shake him
dolefully, let him come in the islands of Wák[FN#95] to me." Then she
took flight with her children and sought her own country, whilst the
old woman wept and beat her face and moaned and groaned till she
swooned away. When she came to herself, she said to the Lady Zubaydah,
"O my lady, what is this thou hast done?" And Zubaydah said to her, "O
my lady the pilgrimess, I knew not that this would happen and hadst
thou told me of the case and acquainted me with her condition, I had
not gainsaid thee. Nor did I know until now that she was of the Flying
Jinn; else had I not suffered her to don the dress nor permitted her to
take her children: but now, O my lady, words profit nothing; so do thou
acquit me of offence against thee." And the old woman could do no
otherwise than shortly answer, "Thou art acquitted!" Then she went
forth the palace of the Caliphate and returned to her own house, where
she buffeted her face till she swooned away, When she came to herself,
she pined for her daughter-in-law and her grandchildren and for the
sight of her son and versified with these couplets,
"Your faring on the parting-day drew many a tear fro' me, * Who
must your flying from the home long mourn in misery:
And cried I for the parting pang in anguish likest fire * And
tear-floods chafed mine eyelids sore that ne'er of tears
were free;
'Yes, this is Severance, Ah, shall we e'er joy return of you? *
For your departure hath deprived my power of privacy!'
Ah, would they had returned to me in covenant of faith * An they
return perhaps restore of past these eyne may see."
Then arising she dug in the house three graves and betook herself to
them with weeping all whiles of the day and watches of the night; and
when her son's absence was longsome upon her and grief and yearning and
unquiet waxed upon her, she recited these couplets,
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