One Thousand and One Nights

by Richard Burton

  O thou that strivest in the gloom of darkness and distress, Cut

  short thine efforts, for in strife alone lies not success!

  Seest not the fisherman that seeks his living in the sea, Midmost

  the network of the stars that round about him press!

  Up to his midst he plunges in: the billows buffet him; But from

  the bellying net his eyes cease not in watchfulness;

  Till when, contented with his night, he carries home a fish,

  Whose throat the hand of Death hath slit with trident

  pitiless,

  Comes one who buys his prey of him, one who has passed the night,

  Safe from the cold, in all delight of peace and blessedness.

  Praise be to God who gives to this and cloth to that deny! Some

  fish, and others eat the fish caught with such toil and

  stress.

  Then he said, ‘Courage! I shall have better luck next time, please God!’ And repeated the following verses:

  If misfortune assail thee, clothe thyself thereagainst With

  patience, the part of the noble: ‘twere wiselier done.

  Complain not to men: that were indeed to complain, To those that

  have no mercy, of the Merciful One.

  So saying, he threw out the dead ass and wrung the net and spread it out. Then he went down into the sea and cast again, saying, ‘In the name of God!’ and waited till the net had settled down in the water, when he pulled the cords and finding it was heavy and resisted more than before, thought it was full of fish. So he made it fast to the shore and stripped and dived into the water round the net, till he got it free. Then he hauled at it till he brought it ashore, but found in it nothing but a great jar full of sand and mud. When he saw this, he groaned aloud and repeated the following verses:

  Anger of Fate, have pity and forbear, Or at the least hold back

  thy hand and spare!

  I sally forth to seek my daily bread And find my living vanished

  into air.

  How many a fool’s exalted to the stars, Whilst sages hidden in

  the mire must fare!

  Then he threw out the jar and wrung out and cleansed his net: after which he asked pardon of God the Most High and returning to the sea a third time, cast the net. He waited till it had settled down, then pulled it up and found in it potsherds and bones and broken bottles: whereat he was exceeding wroth and wept and recited the following verses:

  Fortune’s with God: thou mayst not win to bind or set it free:

  Nor letter-lore nor any skill can bring good hap to thee.

  Fortune, indeed, and benefits by Fate are lotted out: One

  country’s blest with fertile fields, whilst others sterile

  be.

  The shifts of evil chance cast down full many a man of worth And

  those, that merit not, uplift to be of high degree.

  So come to me, O Death! for life is worthless verily; When

  falcons humbled to the dust and geese on high we see.

  ’Tis little wonder if thou find the noble-minded poor, What while

  the loser by main force usurps his sovranty.

  One bird will traverse all the earth and fly from East to West:

  Another hath his every wish although no step stir he.

  Then he lifted his eyes to heaven and said, ‘O my God, Thou knowest that I cast my net but four times a day; and now I have cast it three times and have taken nothing. Grant me then, O my God, my daily bread this time!’ So he said, ‘In the name of God!’ and cast his net and waited till it had settled down in the water, then pulled it, but could not bring it up, for it was caught in the bottom Whereupon, ‘There is no power and no virtue but in God!’ said he and repeated the following verses:

  Away with the world, if it be like this, away! My part in it’s

  nought but misery and dismay!

  Though the life of a man in the morning be serene, He must drink

  of the cup of woe ere ended day.

  And yet if one asked, ‘Who’s the happiest man alive?’ The people

  would point to me and ‘He’ would say.

  Then he stripped and dived down to the net and strove with it till he brought it to shore, where he opened it and found in it a brazen vessel, full and stoppered with lead, on which was impressed the seal of our lord Solomon, son of David (on whom be peace!). When he saw this, he was glad and said, ‘I will sell this in the copper market, for it is worth half a score diners.’ Then he shook it and found it heavy and said to himself, ‘I wonder what is inside! I will open it and see what is in it, before I sell it.’ So he took out a knife and worked at the leaden seal, till he extracted it from the vessel and laid it aside. Then he turned the vase mouth downward and shook it, to turn out its contents; but nothing came out, and he wondered greatly and laid it on the ground. Presently, there issued from it a smoke, which rose up towards the sky and passed over the face of the earth; then gathered itself together and condensed and quivered and became an Afrit, whose head was in the clouds and his feet in the dust. His head was like a dome, his hands like pitchforks, his legs like masts, his mouth like a cavern, his teeth like rocks, his nostrils like trumpets, his eyes like lamps, and he was stern and lowering of aspect. When the fisherman saw the Afrit, he trembled in every limb; his teeth chattered and his spittle dried up and he knew not what to do. When the Afrit saw him, he said, ‘There is no god but God, and Solomon is His prophet! O prophet of God, do not kill me, for I will never again disobey thee or cross thee, either in word or deed !’ Quoth the fisherman, ‘O Marid, thou sayest, “Solomon is the prophet of God.” Solomon is dead these eighteen hundred years, and we are now at the end of time. But what is thy history and how comest thou in this vessel?’ When the Marid heard this, he said, ‘There is no god but God! I have news for thee, O fisherman!’ ‘What news?’ asked he, and the Afrit answered, ‘Even that I am about to slay thee without mercy.’ ‘O chief of the Afrits,’ said the fisherman, ‘thou meritest the withdrawal of God’s protection from thee for saying this! Why wilt thou kill me and what calls for my death? Did I not deliver thee from the abysses of the sea and bring thee to land and release thee from the vase?’ Quoth the Afrit, ‘Choose what manner of death thou wilt die and how thou wilt be killed.’ ‘What is my crime?’ asked the fisherman. ‘Is this my reward for setting thee free?’ The Afrit answered, ‘Hear my story, O fisherman!’ ‘Say on and be brief,’ quoth he, ‘for my heart is in my mouth.’ Then said the Afrit, ‘Know, O fisherman, that I was of the schismatic Jinn and rebelled against Solomon son of David (on whom be peace!), I and Sekhr the genie; and he sent his Vizier Asef teen Berkhiya, who took me by force and bound me and carried me, in despite of myself, before Solomon, who invoked God’s aid against me and exhorted me to embrace the Faith and submit to his authority: but I refused. Then he sent for this vessel and shut me up in it and stoppered it with lead and sealed it with the Most High Name and commanded the Jinn to take me and throw me into the midst of the sea. There I remained a hundred years, and I said in my heart, “Whoso releaseth me, I will make him rich for ever.” But the hundred years passed and no one came to release me, and I entered on another century and said, “Whoso releaseth me, I will open to him the treasures of the earth” But none released me, and other four hundred years passed over me, and I said, “Whoso releaseth me, I will grant him three wishes.” But no one set me free. Then I was exceeding wroth and said to myself, “Henceforth, whoso releaseth me, I will kill him and let him choose what death he will die.” And now, thou hast released me, and I give thee thy choice of deaths.’ When the fisherman heard this, he exclaimed, ‘O God, the pity of it that I should not have come to release thee till now!’ Then he said to the Afrit, ‘Spare me, that God may spare thee, and do not destroy me, lest God set over thee one who will destroy thee.’ But he answered, ‘There is no help for it, I must kill thee: so choose what death thou wilt die.’ The fisherman again returned to the charge, sayi
ng, ‘Spare me for that I set thee free.’ ‘Did I not tell thee,’ replied the Marid, ‘that is why I kill thee?’ ‘O head of the Afrits,’ said the fisherman, ‘I did thee a kindness, and thou repayest me with evil: indeed the proverb lieth not that saith:

  “We did them good, and they the contrary returned: And this, upon

  my life, is what the wicked do!

  Who helps those, that deserve it not, shall be repaid As the

  hyæna paid the man that helped her through.”’

  ‘Make no more words about it,’ said the Afrit; ‘thou must die.’ Quoth the fisherman to himself, ‘This is a genie, and I am a man; and God hath given me a good wit. So I will contrive for his destruction by my wit and cunning, even as he plotted mine of his craft and perfidy.’ Then he said to the Afrit, ‘Is there no help for it, but thou must kill me?’ He answered, ‘No,’ and the fisherman said, ‘I conjure thee, by the Most High Name graven upon the ring of Solomon son of David (on whom be peace!), answer me one question truly.’ When the Afrit heard him mention the Most High Name, he was agitated and trembled and replied, ‘It is well: ask and be brief.’ Quoth the fisherman, ‘This vessel would not suffice for thy hand or thy foot: so how could it hold the whole of thee?’ Said the Afrit, ‘Dost thou doubt that I was in it?’ ‘Yes,’ answered the fisherman; ‘nor will I believe it till I see it with my own eyes.’” Here Shehrzad perceived the day and was silent.

  And when it was the fourth night

  Dunyazad said to her sister, “O sister, an thou be not asleep, finish us thy story.” So Shehrzad began, “I have heard tell, O august King, that, when he heard what the fisherman said, the Afrit shook and became a smoke over the sea, which drew together and entered the vessel little by little, till it was all inside. Whereupon the fisherman made haste to take the leaden stopper and clapping it on the mouth of the vessel, called out to the Afrit, saying, ‘Choose what death thou wilt die! By Allah, I will throw thee back into the sea and build myself a house hard by, and all who come hither I will warn against fishing here, and say to them, “There is an Afrit in these waters, that gives those who pull him out their choice of deaths and how he shall kill them.”’ When the Afrit heard this and found himself shut up in the vessel, he knew that the fisherman had outwitted him and strove to get out, but could not, for Solomon’s seal prevented him; so he said to the fisherman, ‘I did but jest with thee.’ ‘Thou liest, O vilest and meanest and foulest of Afrits!’ answered he, and rolled the vessel to the brink of the sea; which when the Afrit felt, he cried out, ‘No! No!’ And the fisherman said, ‘Yes! Yes!’ Then the Afrit made his voice small and humbled himself and said, ‘What wilt thou do with me, O fisherman?’ ‘I mean to throw thee back into the sea,’ replied he; ‘since thou hast lain there already eighteen hundred years, thou shalt lie there now till the hour of judgment. Did I not say to thee, “Spare me, so God may spare thee; and do not kill me, lest God kill thee?” but thou spurnedst my prayers and wouldst deal with me no otherwise than perfidiously. So I used cunning with thee and now God has delivered thee into my hand.’ Said the Afrit, ‘Let me out, that I may confer benefits on thee.’ The fisherman answered, ‘Thou liest, O accursed one! Thou and I are like King Younan’s Vizier and the physician Douban.’ ‘Who are they,’ asked the Afrit, ‘and what is their story?’ Then said the fisherman, ‘Know, O Afrit, that

  John Payne’s translation: detailed table of contents

  Story of the Physician Douban.

  There was once in a city of Persia a powerful and wealthy king, named Younan, who had guards and troops and auxiliaries of every kind: but he was afflicted with a leprosy, which defied the efforts of his physicians and wise men. He took potions and powders and used ointments, but all to no avail, and not one of the doctors could cure him. At last, there came to the King’s capital city a great physician, stricken in years, whose name was Douban: and he had studied many books, Greek, ancient and modern, and Persian and Turkish and Arabic and Syriac and Hebrew, and was skilled in medicine and astrology, both theoretical and practical. Moreover he was familiar with all plants and herbs and grasses, whether harmful or beneficial, and was versed in the learning of the philosophers; in brief, he had made himself master of all sciences, medical and other. He had not been long in the town before he heard of the leprosy with which God had afflicted the King, and of the failure of the physicians and men of science to cure him; whereupon he passed the night in study; and when the day broke and the morning appeared and shone, he donned his richest apparel and went in to the King and kissing the ground before him, wished him enduring honour and fair fortune, in the choicest words at his command. Then he told him who he was and said to him, “O King, I have learnt what has befallen thee in thy person and how a multitude of physicians have failed to find a means of ridding thee of it: but I will cure thee, O King, and that without giving thee to drink of medicine or anointing thee with ointment.” When the King heard this, he wondered and said to him, “How wilt thou do this? By Allah, if thou cure me, I will enrich thee, even to thy children’s children, and I will heap favours on thee, and whatever thou desirest shalt be shine, and thou shalt be my companion and my friend.” Then he gave him a dress of honour and made much of him, saying, “Wilt thou indeed cure me without drugs or ointment?” “Yes,” answered Douban, “I will cure thee from without.” Whereat the King marvelled exceedingly and said, “O physician, when wilt thou do as thou hast said? Make haste, O my son!” Quoth Douban, “I hear and obey: it shall be done tomorrow.” And he went down into the city and hired a house, in which he deposited his books and medicines. Then he took certain drugs and simples and fashioned them into a mall, which he hollowed out and made thereto a handle and a ball, adapted to it by his art. Next morning he presented himself before the King and kissing the ground before him, ordered him to repair to the tilting ground and play at mall there. So the King mounted and repaired thither with his amirs and chamberlains and viziers, and hardly had he reached the appointed place when the physician Douban came up and presented him with the mall and ball he had prepared, saying, “Take this mall and grip the handle thus and drive into the plain and stretch thyself well and strike this ball till thy hand and thy body sweat, when the drugs will penetrate thy hand and permeate thy body. When thou hast done and the medicine has entered into thee, return to thy palace and enter the bath and wash. Then sleep awhile and thou wilt awake cured, and peace be on thee!” The King took the mall and mounting a swift horse, threw the ball before him and drove after it with all his might and smote it: and his hand gripped the mall firmly. And he ceased not to drive after the bail and strike it, till his hand and all his body sweated, and Douban knew that the drugs had taken effect upon him and ordered him to return and enter the bath at once. So the King returned immediately and ordered the bath to be emptied for him. They turned the people out of the bath, and his servants and attendants hastened thither and made him ready change of linen and all that was necessary: and he went in and washed himself well and put on his clothes. Then he came out of the bath and went up to his palace and slept there. When he awoke, he looked at his body and found it clean as virgin silver, having no trace left of the leprosy: whereat he rejoiced exceedingly and his breast expanded with gladness. Next morning, he repaired to the Divan and sat down on his chair of estate, and the chamberlains and grandees attended on him. Presently, the physician Douban presented himself and kissed the earth before the king and repeated the following verses:

  The virtues all exalted are, when thou art styled their sire:

  None else the title dares accept, of all that men admire.

  Lord of the radiant brow, whose light dispels the mists of doubt

  From every goal of high emprize whereunto folk aspire,

  Ne’er may thy visage cease to shine with glory and with joy,

  Although the face of Fate should gloom with unremitting ire!

  Even as the clouds pour down their dews upon the thirsting hills,

  Thy grace pours favour on m
y head, outrunning my desire.

  With liberal hand thou casteth forth thy bounties far and nigh,

  And so hast won those heights of fame thou soughtest to

  acquire.

  The King rose to him in haste and embraced him and made him sit down and clad him in a splendid dress of honour. Then tables of rich food were brought in, and Douban ate with the King and ceased not to bear him company all that day. When it was night, the King gave him two thousand diners, besides other presents, and mounted him on his own horse; and the physician returned to his lodging, leaving the King astonished at his skill and saying, “This man cured me from without, without using ointments. By Allah, this is none other than consummate skill! And it behoves me to honour and reward him and make him my companion and bosom friend to the end of time.” The King passed the night in great content, rejoicing in the soundness of his body and his deliverance from his malady. On the morrow, he went out and sat down on his throne; and the grandees stood before him, whilst the amirs and viziers sat on his right hand and on his left. Then he sent for the physician, who came and kissed the ground before him, whereupon the King rose to him and made him sit by his side and eat with him, and ceased not to converse with him and make much of him till night; when he commanded five dresses of honour and a thousand diners to be given to him, and he returned to his house, well contented with the King. Next morning, the King repaired as usual to his council-chamber, and the amirs and viziers and chamberlains took their places round him. Now he had among his viziers one who was forbidding of aspect, sordid, avaricious and envious: a man of ill omen, naturally inclined to malevolence: and when he saw the esteem in which the King held Douban and the favours he bestowed on him, he envied him and plotted evil against him; for, as says the byword, “Nobody is free from envy” — and again— “Tyranny is latent in the soul: weakness hides it and strength reveals it.” So he came to the King and kissed the earth before him and said to him “O King of the age, thou in whose bounties I have grown up, I have a grave warning to give thee, which did I conceal from thee, I were a son of shame: wherefore, if thou command me to impart it to thee, I will do so.” Quoth the King (and indeed the Vizier’s words troubled him), “What is thy warning?” “O illustrious King,” answered the Vizier, “the ancients have a saying, ‘Whoso looks not to the issue of events, fortune is no friend of his :’ and indeed I see the King in other than the right way, in that he favours his enemy, who seeks the downfall of his kingdom, and makes much of him and honours him exceedingly and is beyond measure familiar with him: and of a truth I am fearful for the King.” Quoth King Younan (and indeed he was troubled and his colour changed), “Of whom dost thou speak?” The Vizier answered, “If thou sleepest, awake. I mean the physician Douban.” “Out on thee!” said the King. “He is my true friend and the dearest of all men to me; seeing that he medicined me by means of a thing I held in my hand and cured me of my leprosy, which the doctors were unable to cure; and there is not his like to be found in this time, no, not in the whole world, East nor West; and it is of him that thou speakest thus! But from to-day I will assign him stipends and allowances and appoint him a thousand diners a month: and if I should share my kingdom with him, it were but a little thing. Methinks thou sayest this out of pure envy and wouldst have me kill him and after repent, as King Sindbad repented the killing of his falcon.” “Pardon me, O King of the age,” said the Vizier, “but how was that! Quoth the King, “It is said that