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
be to the Creating King, Al-Khallák!' And when we hear their crying, we
know that the sun is risen. In like manner, at sundown, the heads set
up the same cry, 'Wak! Wak! Glory to Al-Khallak!' and so we know that
the sun hath set. No man may abide with us or reach to us or tread our
earth; and betwixt us and the abiding-place of the Queen who ruleth
over us is a month's journey from this shore, all the lieges whereof
are under her hand, as are also the tribes of the Jinn, Marids and
Satans, while of the warlocks none kenneth the number save He who
created them. Wherefore, an thou be afraid, I will send with thee one
who will convey thee to the coast and there bring one who will embark
thee on board a ship that bear thee to thine own land. But an thou be
content to tarry with us, I will not forbid thee and thou shalt be with
me in mine eye,[FN#128] till thou win thy wish, Inshallah!" Quoth he,
"O my lady, I will never quit thee till I foregather with my wife or
lose my life!"; and quoth she, "This is a light matter; be of good
heart, for soon shalt thou come to thy desire, Allah willing; and there
is no help but that I let the Queen know of thee, that she may help
thee to attain thine aim." Hasan blessed her and kissed her head and
hands, thanking her for her good deed and exceeding kindness and firm
will. Then he set out with her, pondering the issue of his case and
the horrors of his strangerhood; wherefore he fell a-weeping and
a-wailing and recited these couplets,
"A Zephyr bloweth from the lover's site; * And thou canst view me
in the saddest plight:
The Night of Union is as brilliant morn; * And black the
Severance-day as blackest night:
Farewelling friend is sorrow sorest sore * Parting from lover's
merest undelight.
I will not blame her harshness save to her, * And 'mid mankind
nor friend nor fere I sight:
How can I be consoled for loss of you? * Base censor's blame
shall not console my sprite!
O thou in charms unique, unique's my love; * O peerless thou, my
heart hath peerless might!
Who maketh semblance that he loveth you * And dreadeth blame is
most blame-worthy wight."
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