One Thousand and One Nights

by Richard Burton

  tears discover the secret that else concealed had lain.

  I know of no way to ease me of sickness and care and woe, Nor can

  my weak endeavour reknit love’s severed skein.

  The fire of my heart with yearnings and longing grief is fed And

  for its heat, the lover to live in hell is fain.

  O thou that thinkest to blame me for what betides me, enough; God

  knows I suffer with patience whate’er He doth ordain.

  I swear I shall ne’er find solace nor be consoled for love, The

  oath of the children of passion, whose oaths are ne’er in

  vain!

  Bear tidings of me, I prithee, O night, to the bards of love And

  that in thee I sleep not be witness yet again!

  She walked on, weeping and turning right and left, as she went, till there espied her an old man who had come into the town from the desert with other five Bedouins. He took note of her and seeing that she was charming, but had nothing on her head but a piece of camel-cloth, marvelled at her beauty and said in himself, “This girl is pretty enough to dazzle the wit, but it is clear she is in poor case, and whether she be of the people of the city or a stranger, I must have her.” So he followed her, little by little, till presently he came in front of her and stopping the way before her in a narrow lane, called out to her, saying, “Harkye, daughterling, art thou a freewoman or a slave?” When she heard this, she said to him, “By thy life, do not add to my troubles! “Quoth he, “God blessed me with six daughters, but five of them died and only one is left me, the youngest of them all; and I came to ask thee if thou wert of the people of this city or a stranger, that I might take thee and carry thee to her, to bear her company and divert her from mourning for her sisters, If thou hast no parents, I will use thee as one of them, and thou and she shall be as my two children.” When she heard what he said, she bowed her head for bashfulness and said to herself, “Surely I may trust myself to this old man.” Then she said to him, “O uncle, I am a girl of the Arabs (of Irak) and a stranger, and I have a sick brother; but I will go with thee to thy daughter on one condition; that is, that I may spend the day only with her and go to my brother at night. I am a stranger and was high in honour among my people, yet am I become cast down and abject. I came with my brother from the land of Hejaz and I fear lest he know not where I am.” When the Bedouin heard this, he said to himself, “By Allah, I have gotten what I sought!” Then he turned to her and said, “There shall none be dearer to me than thou; I only wish thee to bear my daughter company by day, and thou shalt go to thy brother at nightfall. Or, if thou wilt, bring him to dwell with us.” And he ceased not to give her fair words and coax her, till she trusted in him and agreed to serve him. Then he went on before her and she followed him, whilst he winked to his men to go on in advance and harness the camels and load them with food and water, ready for setting out as soon as he should come up. Now this Bedouin was a base-born wretch, a highway-robber and a brigand, a traitor to his friend and a past master in craft and roguery. He had no daughter and no son, and was but a wayfarer in Jerusalem, when, by the decree of God, he fell in with this unhappy girl. He held her in converse till they came without the city, where he joined his companions and found they had made ready the camels. So he mounted a camel, taking Nuzhet ez Zeman up behind him, and they rode on all night, making for the mountains, for fear any should see them. By this, she knew that the Bedouin’s proposal was a snare and that he had tricked her; and she gave not over weeping and crying out the whole night long. A little before the dawn, they halted and the Bedouin came up to Nuzhet ez Zeman and said to her, “O wretch, what is this weeping! By Allah, an thou hold not thy peace, I will beat thee to death, city faggot that thou art!” When she heard this, she abhorred life and longed for death; so she turned to him and said, “O accursed old man, O greybeard of hell, did I trust in thee and hast thou played me false, and now thou wouldst torture me?” When he heard her words, he cried out, “O insolent wretch, dost thou dare to bandy words with me?” And he came up to her and beat her with a whip, saying, “An thou hold not thy peace, I will kill thee.” So she was silent awhile, but she called to mind her brother and her former happy estate and wept in secret. Next day, she turned to the Bedouin and said to him, “How couldst thou deal thus perfidiously with me and lure me into these desert mountains, and what wilt thou do with me?” When he heard her words, he hardened his heart and said to her, “O pestilent baggage, wilt thou bandy words with me?” So saying, he took the whip and brought it down on her back, till she well-nigh fainted. Then she bowed down and kissed his feet; and he left beating her and began to revile her, saying, “By my bonnet, if I see or hear thee weeping, I will cut out thy tongue and thrust it up thy kaze, city strumpet that thou art!” So she was silent and made him no reply, for the beating irked her; but sat down, with her arms round her knees and bowing her head, fell a-musing on her case. Then she bethought her of her former ease and affluence and her present abasement, and called to mind her brother and his sickness and forlorn condition and how they were both strangers in a foreign land; whereat the tears coursed down her cheeks and she wept silently and repeated the following verses:

  The tides of fate ‘twixt good and ill shift ever to and fro, And

  no estate of life for men endureth evermo’.

  All things that to the world belong have each their destined end

  And to all men a term is set, which none may overgo.

  How long must I oppression bear and peril and distress! Ah, how I

  loathe this life of mine, that nought but these can show!

  May God not prosper them, these days, wherein I am oppressed of

  Fate, these cruel days that add abjection to my woe!

  My purposes are brought to nought, my loves are reft in twain By

  exile’s rigour, and my hopes are one and all laid low.

  O ye, who pass the dwelling by, wherein my dear ones are, Bear

  them the news of me and say, my tears for ever flow.

  When she had finished, the Bedouin came up to her and taking compassion on her, bespoke her kindly and wiped away her tears. Then he gave her a cake of barley-bread and said to her, “I do not love to be answered, when I am angry: so henceforth give me no more of these insolent words, and I will sell thee to an honest fellow like myself, who will use thee well, even as I have done.” “It is well,” answered she; and when the night was long upon her and hunger gnawed her, she ate a little of the barley-cake. In the middle of the night, the Bedouin gave the signal for departure; so they loaded the camels and he mounted one of them, taking Nuzhet ez Zeman up behind him. Then they set out and journeyed, without stopping, for three days, till they reached the city of Damascus, where they alighted at the Sultan’s khan, hard by the Viceroy’s Gate. Now she had lost her colour and her charms were changed by grief and the fatigue of the journey, and she ceased not to weep. So the Bedouin came up to her and said, “Hark ye, city wench! By my bonnet, an thou leave not this weeping, I will sell thee to a Jew!” Then he took her by the hand and carried her to a chamber, where he left her and went to the bazaar. Here he went round to the merchants who dealt in slave-girls and began to parley with them, saying, “I have with me a slave-girl, whose brother fell ill, and I sent him to my people at Jerusalem, that they might tend him till he was cured. The separation from him was grievous to her, and since then, she does nothing but weep. Now I purpose to sell her, and I would fain have whoso is minded to buy her of me speak softly to her and say to her, ‘Thy brother is with me in Jerusalem, ill;’ and I will be easy with him about her price.” Quoth one of the merchants, “How old is she?” “She is a virgin, just come to the age of puberty,” replied the Bedouin, “and is endowed with sense and breeding and wit and beauty and grace. But from the day I sent her brother to Jerusalem, she has done nothing but grieve for him, so that her beauty is fallen away and her value lessened.” When the merchant heard this, he said, “O chief of the Arabs,
I will go with thee and buy this girl of thee, if she be as thou sayest for wit and beauty and accomplishments; but it must be upon conditions, which if thou accept, I will pay thee her price, and if not, I will return her to thee.” “If thou wilt,” said the Bedouin, “take her up to Prince Sherkan, son of King Omar ben Ennuman, lord of Baghdad and of the land of Khorassan, and I will agree to whatever conditions thou mayst impose on me; for when he sees her, she will surely please him, and he will pay thee her price and a good profit to boot for thyself.” “It happens,” rejoined the merchant, “that I have just now occasion to go to him, that I may get him to sign me patent, exempting me from customs-dues, and I desire of him also a letter of recommendation to his father King Omar. So, if he take the girl, I will pay thee down her price at once.” “I agree to this,” answered the Bedouin. So they returned together to the khan, where the Bedouin stood at the door of the girl’s chamber and called out, saying, “Ho, Najiyeh!” which was the name he had given her. When she heard him, she wept and made no answer. Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, “There she sits. Do thou go up to her and look at her and speak kindly to her, as I enjoined thee.” So he went up to her courteously and saw that she was wonder-lovely and graceful especially as she was acquainted with the Arabic tongue; and he said to the Bedouin, “Verily she is even as thou saidst, and I shall get of the Sultan what I will for her.” Then he said to her, “Peace be on thee, O daughterling! How dost thou?” She turned to him and replied, “This was written in the book of Destiny.” Then she looked at him and seeing him to be a man of reverend appearance, with a handsome face, said to herself, “I believe this man comes to buy me. If I hold aloof from him, I shall abide with this tyrant, and he will beat me to death. In any case, this man is comely of face and makes me hope for better treatment from him than from this brute of a Bedouin. Mayhap he only comes to hear me talk; so I will give him a fair answer.” All this while, she had kept her eyes fixed on the ground; then she raised them to him and said in a sweet voice, “And upon thee be peace, O my lord, and the mercy of God and His blessing! This is what is commanded of the Prophet, whom God bless and preserve! As for thine enquiry how I do, if thou wouldst know my condition, it is such as thou wouldst not wish but to thine enemies.” And she was silent. When the merchant heard what she said, he was beside himself for delight in her and turning to the Bedouin, said to him, “What is her price, for indeed she is illustrious!” At this the Bedouin was angry and said, “Thou wilt turn me the girl’s head with this talk! Why dost thou say that she is illustrious, for all she is of the scum of slave-girls and of the refuse of the people? I will not sell her to thee.” When the merchant heard this, he knew he was dull-witted and said to him, “Calm thyself, for I will buy her of thee, notwithstanding the defects thou mentionest.” “And how much wilt thou give me for her?” asked the Bedouin “None should name the child but its father,” replied the merchant. “Name thy price for her.” “Not so,” rejoined the Bedouin; “do thou say what thou wilt give.” Quoth the merchant in himself, “This Bedouin is an addle-pated churl. By Allah, I cannot tell her price, for she has mastered my heart with her sweet speech and her beauty: and if she can read and write, it will be the finishing touch to her good fortune and that of her purchaser. But this Bedouin does not know her value.” Then he turned to the latter and said to him, “O elder of the Arabs, I will give thee two hundred dinars for her, in cash, clear of the tax and the Sultan’s dues.” When the Bedouin heard this, he flew into a violent passion and cried out at the merchant, saying, “Begone about thy business! By Allah, wert thou to offer me two hundred dinars for the piece of camel-cloth on her head, I would not sell it to thee! I will not sell her, but will keep her by me, to pasture the camels and grind corn.” And he cried out to her, saying, “Come, thou stinkard, I will not sell thee.” Then he turned to the merchant and said to him, “I thought thee a man of judgment; but, by my bonnet, if thou begone not from me, I will let thee hear what will not please thee!” “Verily,” said the merchant to himself, “this Bedouin is mad and knows not the girl’s value, and I will say no more to him about her price for the present; for by Allah, were he a man of sense, he would not say, ‘By my bonnet!’ By Allah, she is worth the kingdom of the Chosroes and I will give him what he will, though it be all I have.” Then he said to him, “O elder of the Arabs, calm thyself and take patience and tell me what clothes she has with thee.” “Clothes!” cried the Bedouin; “what should the baggage want with clothes? The camel-cloth in which she is wrapped is ample for her.” “With thy leave,” said the merchant, “I will lift her veil and examine her as folk examine girls whom they think of buying.” “Up and do what thou wilt,” replied the other, “and God keep thy youth! Examine her, inside and out, and if thou wilt, take off her clothes and look at her naked.” “God forbid!” said the merchant; “I will but look at her face.” Then he went up to her, confounded at her beauty and grace, and seating himself by her side, said to her, “O my mistress, what is thy name?” “Dost thou ask what is my name now,” said she, “or what it was formerly?” “Hast thou then two names?” asked the merchant. “Yes,” replied she, “my whilom name was Nuzhet ez Zeman; but my name at this present is Ghusset ez Zeman.” When the merchant heard this, his eyes filled with tears, and he said to her, “Hast thou not a sick brother?” “Indeed, my lord, I have,” answered she; “but fortune hath parted us, and he lies sick in Jerusalem.” The merchant’s heart was confounded at the sweetness of her speech, and he said to himself, “Verily, the Bedouin spoke the truth of her.” Then she called to mind her brother and how he lay sick in a strange land, whilst she was parted from him and knew not what was become of him; and she thought of all that had befallen her with the Bedouin and of her severance from her father and mother and native land; and the tears ran down her cheeks and she repeated the following verses:

  May God keep watch o’er thee, belov’d, where’er thou art, Thou

  that, though far away, yet dwellest in my heart!

  Where’er thy footsteps lead, may He be ever near, To guard thee

  from time’s shifts and evil fortune’s dart!

  Thou’rt absent, and my eyes long ever for thy sight, And at thy

  thought the tears for aye unbidden start.

  Would that I knew alas! what country holds thee now, In what

  abode thou dwell’st, unfriended and apart!

  If thou, in the green o the rose, still drink o’ the water of

  life, My drink is nought but tears, since that thou didst

  depart.

  If sleep e’er visit thee, live coals of my unrest, Strewn betwixt

  couch and side, for aye my slumbers thwart

  All but thy loss to me were but a little thing, But that and that

  alone is sore to me, sweetheart.

  When the merchant heard her verses, he wept and put out his hand to wipe away her tears; but she let down her veil, saying, “God forbid, O my master!” The Bedouin, who was sitting at a little distance, watching them, saw her cover her face and concluded that she would have hindered him from handling her: so he rose and running to her, dealt her such a blow on the shoulders with a camel’s halter he had in his hand, that she fell to the ground on her face. Her eyebrow smote against a stone, which cut it open, and the blood streamed down her face; whereupon she gave a loud scream and fainted away. The merchant was moved to tears for her and said in himself, “I must and will buy this damsel, though I pay down her weight in gold, and deliver her from this tyrant.” And he began to reproach the Bedouin, whilst Nuzhet ez Zeman lay insensible. When she came to herself, she wiped away her tears and bound up her head: then, raising her eyes to heaven, she sought her Lord with a sorrowful heart and repeated the following verses:

  Have ruth on one who once was rich and great, Whom villainy hath

  brought to low estate.

  She weeps with never-ceasing tears and says, “There’s no recourse

  against the laws of Fate.”

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sp; Then she turned to the merchant and said to him, in a low voice, “By Allah, do not leave me with this tyrant, who knows not God the Most High! If I pass this night with him, I shall kill myself with my own hand: save me from him, and God will save thee from hell-fire.” So the merchant said to the Bedouin, “O chief of the Arabs, this girl is none of thine affair; so do thou sell her to me for what thou wilt.” “Take her,” said the Bedouin, “and pay me down her price, or I will carry her back to the camp and set her to feed the camels and gather their droppings.” Quoth the merchant, “I will give thee fifty thousand dinars for her.” “God will open,” replied the Bedouin. “Seventy thousand,” said the merchant. “God will open,” repeated the other; “she hath cost me more than that, for she hath eaten barley-bread with me to the value of ninety thousand dinars.” Quoth the merchant, “Thou and all thy people and thy whole tribe in all your lives have not eaten a thousand dinars’ worth of barley: but I will make thee one offer, which if thou accept not, I will set the Viceroy of Damascus on thee, and he will take her from thee by force.” “Say on,” rejoined the Bedouin. “A hundred thousand,” said the merchant. “I will sell her to thee at that price,” answered the Bedouin; “I shall be able to buy salt with that.” The merchant laughed and going to his house, returned with the money and gave it to the Bedouin, who took it and made off, saying, “I must go to Jerusalem: it may be I shall happen on her brother, and I will bring him here and sell him.” So he mounted and journeyed to Jerusalem, where he went to the khan and enquired for Zoulmekan, but could not find him.

  Meanwhile, the merchant threw his gaberdine over Nuzhet ez Zeman and carried her to his house, where he dressed her in the richest clothes he could buy. Then he carried her to the bazaar, where he bought her what jewellery she chose and put it in a bag of satin, which he laid before her, saying, “This is all for thee, and I ask nothing of thee in return but that, when thou comest to the Viceroy of Damascus, thou tell him what I gave for thee and that it was little compared with thy value: and if he buy thee, tell him how I have dealt with thee and ask of him for me a royal patent, with a recommendation to his father King Omar Ben Ennuman, lord of Baghdad, to the intent that he may forbid the taking toll on my stuffs or other goods in which I traffic.” When she heard his words, she wept and sobbed, and the merchant said to her, “O my mistress, I note that, every time I mention Baghdad, thine eyes fill with tears: is there any one there whom thou lovest? If it be a merchant or the like, tell me; for I know all the merchants and so forth there; and an thou wouldst send him a message, I will carry it for thee.” “By Allah,” replied she, “I have no acquaintance among merchants and the like! I know none there but King Omar ben Ennuman.” When the merchant heard this, he laughed and was greatly rejoiced and said in himself, “By Allah, I have gotten my desire!” Then he said to her, “Hast thou then been shown to him?” “No,” answered she; “but I was brought up with his daughter and he holds me dear and I have much credit with him; so if thou wouldst have him grant thee a patent of exemption, give me ink-horn and paper, and I will write thee a letter, which, when thou reachest Baghdad, do thou deliver into the King’s own hand and say to him, ‘Thy handmaid Nuzhet ez Zeman salutes thee and would have thee to know that the changing chances of the nights and days have smitten her, so that she has been sold from place to place and is now with the Viceroy of Damascus.’” The merchant wondered at her eloquence and his affection for her increased and he said to her, “I cannot think but that men have abused thine understanding and sold thee for money. Tell me, dost thou know the Koran?” “I do,” answered she; “and I am also acquainted with philosophy and medicine and the Prolegomena and the commentaries of Galen the physician on the Canons of Hippocrates, and I have commented him, as well as the Simples of Ibn Beltar, and have studied the works of Avicenna, according to the canon of Mecca, as well as other treatises. I can solve enigmas and establish parallels and discourse upon geometry and am skilled in anatomy. I have read the books of the Shafiyi sect and the Traditions of the Prophet, I am well read in grammar and can argue with the learned and discourse of all manner of sciences. Moreover I am skilled in logic and rhetoric and mathematics and the making of talismans and calendars and the Cabala, and I understand all these branches of knowledge thoroughly. But bring me ink-horn and paper, and I will write thee a letter that will profit thee at Baghdad and enable thee to dispense with passports.” When the merchant heard this, he cried out, “Excellent! Excellent! Happy he in whose palace thou shalt be!” Then he brought her ink-horn and paper and a pen of brass and kissed the earth before her, to do her honour. She took the pen and wrote the following verses: