Jami, 1414-1492; Persian literature -- History and criticism; Persian literature -- Translations into English
One night a great mosque in Egypt, having caught
fire, was burnt. The Musulmans suspected that
Christians had committed the act, and in revenge
put fire to their houses, which consumed them. The
Sultán of Egypt had the persons captured who burnt
these houses, and having assembled them in one spot,
ordered notes to be distributed among them, on some
of which a sentence of death to the bearer was
written, on some to cut off his hands, and on some
to whip him. These notes having been thrown to the
culprits and been picked up by them, each of them
underwent the punishment which had fallen to his lot.
One, to whom the sentence of death had been awarded,
said: "I do not fear to be killed, but I have a
mother, of whom no one will take care except myself."
Near him stood a man who was to be punished by
whippings but they exchanged their notes, the latter
saying: "I have no mother, let me be killed instead
of him, and him be whipped instead of me," and this
was done.
GALLANTRY AND HUMOUR
An Arab of the desert welcomed the arrival of an Arab
chief in a Qasída recited by him, which terminated in
the following [Arabic] distich:
Stretch out thy hand to me, the palm whereof
Distributes largesses, and its back is kissed.
Accordingly the generous man held out his hand to be
kissed by the Arab, whereon he said by way of a joke:
"The hairs upon thy lips have scratched my hand."
The Arab replied: "What injury can the bristles of a
porcupine inflict upon the paw of a formidable lion?"
This sally pleased the liberal man, who said: "I like
this better than the Qasída," and ordered him to be
rewarded for it with 1,000 and for the sally 3,000
_dirhams_.
FIFTH GARDEN
A LOVERS' DIALOGUE
_Maiden:_
By God, who openly and secretly
Is worshipped by men and fairies,
I swear that of all whom I see in the world
No one is dearer to me than thou.
_Youth:_
O thou who sawest me, and residest in my heart,
Soul and body, all now belong to thee.
If my heart inclines to thee it is no wonder;
It must be a stone, not a heart, which turns not to thee!
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