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Monday, February 3, 2014

Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves








































Alí Bábá 
     and the Forty Thieves






In a town in Persia 
         there dwelt two brothers, one named Qásim, the other ‘Alí Bábá. Qásim was married to a rich wife and lived in plenty, while Alí Bábá had to maintain his wife and children by cutting wood in a neighboring forest and selling it in the town.

One day, when Alí Bábá was in the forest, he saw a troop of men on horseback, coming toward him in a cloud of dust. He was afraid they were robbers, and climbed into a tree for safety. When they came up to him and dismounted, he counted forty of them. They unbridled their horses and tied them to trees.

The finest man among them, whom Alí Bábá took to be their captain, went a little way among some bushes, and said, "Open, Sesame!" so plainly that Alí Bábá heard him.

A door opened in the rocks, and having made the troop go in, he followed them, and the door shut again of itself. They stayed some time inside, and Alí Bábá, fearing they might come out and catch him, was forced to sit patiently in the tree. At last the door opened again, and the Forty Thieves came out. As the Captain went in last he came out first, and made them all pass by him; he then closed the door, saying, "Shut, Sesame!"
  
Every man bridled his horse and mounted, the Captain put himself at their head, and they returned as they came.

Then Alí Bábá climbed down and went to the door concealed among the bushes, and said, "Open, Sesame!" and it flew open.

Alí Bábá, who expected a dull, dismal place, was greatly surprised to find it large and well lighted, hollowed by the hand of man in the form of a vault, which received the light from an opening in the ceiling. He saw rich bales of merchandise -- silk, stuff-brocades, all piled together, and gold and silver in heaps, and money in leather purses. He went in and the door shut behind him. He did not look at the silver, but brought out as many bags of gold as he thought his donkeys, which were browsing outside, could carry, loaded them with the bags, and hid it all with fagots.

Using the words, "Shut, Sesame!" he closed the door and went home.

Then he drove his donkeys into the yard, shut the gates, carried the money-bags to his wife, and emptied them out before her. She was dazzled by the treasure set before her and begged her husband to recount the adventures that brought them such good fortune. After he had told her all, he bade her keep the secret, and he would go and bury the gold.

"As you will, but let me first measure it," said his wife. "I will go borrow a measure of someone, while you dig the hole."

So she ran to the wife of Qásim and borrowed weights and scales with which to balance a reckoning. Knowing Alí Bábá's poverty, the sister was curious to find out what sort of grain his wife wished to measure, and artfully put some suet at the bottom of the measure. Alí Bábá's wife went home and set the measure on the heap of gold, and filled it and emptied it often, to her great content. She then carried it back to her sister, without noticing that a piece of gold was sticking to it, which Qásim's wife perceived directly her back was turned.

She grew very curious, and said to Qásim when he came home, "Qásim, your brother is richer than you. He does not count his money, he measures it."

He begged her to explain this riddle, which she did by showing him the gold coin and telling him where she found it. Then Qásim grew so envious that he could not sleep, and went to his brother in the morning before sunrise. "Alí Bábá," he said, showing him the gold piece, "you pretend to be poor and yet you measure gold."

By this Alí Bábá perceived that through his wife's folly Qásim and his wife knew their secret, so he confessed all and offered Qásim a share.

"That I expect," said Qásim; "but I must know where to find the treasure, otherwise I will discover all, and you will lose all."

Alí Bábá, more out of kindness than fear, told him of the cave, and the very words to use. Qásim took leave of Alí Bábá, meaning to be beforehand with him and get the treasure for himself. He rose early next morning, and set out with ten mules loaded with great chests. He soon found the place, and the door in the rock. He said, "Open, Sesame!" and the door opened and shut behind him. He could have feasted his eyes all day on the treasures, but he now hastened to gather together as much of it as possible; but when he was ready to go he could not remember what to say for thinking of his great riches. Instead of "Sesame," he said, "Open, Barley!" and the door remained fast. He named several different sorts of grain, all but the right one, and the door still stuck fast. He was so frightened at the danger he was in that he had as much forgotten the word as if he had never heard it.

About noon the robbers returned to their cave, and saw Qásim's mules roving about with great chests on their backs. This gave them the alarm; they drew their sabers, and went to the door, which opened on their Captain's saying, "Open, Sesame!"

Qásim, who had heard the trampling of their horses' feet, resolved to sell his life dearly, so when the door opened he leaped out and threw the Captain down. In vain, however, for the robbers with their sabers soon killed him. On entering the cave they saw all the bags laid ready, and could not imagine how anyone had got in without knowing their secret. They cut Qásim's body into four quarters, and nailed them up inside the cave, in order to frighten anyone who should venture in, and went away in search of more treasure.

As night drew on Qásim's wife grew very uneasy, and ran to her brother-in-law, and told him where her husband had gone. Alí Bábá did his best to comfort her, and set out to the forest in search of Qásim. The first thing he saw on entering the cave was his dead brother. Full of horror, he put the body on one of his donkeys, and bags of gold on the other two, and, covering all with some fagots, returned home. He drove the two donkeys laden with gold into his own yard, and led the other to Qásim's house.

The door was opened by the slave Marjánah, whom he knew to be both brave and cunning. Unloading the donkey, he said to her, "This is the body of your master, who has been murdered, but whom we must bury as though he had died in his bed. I will speak with you again, but now tell your mistress I am come."

The wife of Qásim, on learning the fate of her husband, broke out into cries and tears, and Alí Bábá consoled her and wept with her and then he said "What was to happen has happened but it behooves us, for our very lives, to keep this matter secret. Naught can avail when Allah has decreed." Alí Bábá then offered  to take her to live with him and his wife if she would promise to keep his counsel and leave everything to Marjánah; whereupon she gave him her word that she would keep the affair concealed.

Marjánah, meanwhile, sought an apothecary and asked him for some lozenges. "My poor master," she said, "can neither eat nor speak, and no one knows what his distemper is." She carried home the lozenges and returned next day weeping, and asked for an essence only given to those just about to die.

Thus, in the evening, no one was surprised to hear the wretched shrieks and cries of Qásim's wife and Marjánah, telling everyone that Qásim was dead.

The next day Marjánah went to an old cobbler near the gates of the town who opened his stall early, put a piece of gold in his hand, and bade him follow her with his needle and thread. Having bound his eyes with a handkerchief, she took him to the room where the body lay, pulled off the bandage, and bade him sew the quarters together, after which she covered his eyes again and led him home. Then they buried Qásim, and Marjánah his slave followed him to the grave, weeping and tearing her hair, while Qásim's wife stayed at home uttering lamentable cries. Next day she went to live with Alí Bábá. And that same day Alí Bábá set his eldest son up as proprietor in Qásim's shop.

The Forty Thieves, on their return to the cave, were much astonished to find Qásim's body gone and some of their money-bags.

"We are certainly discovered," said the Captain, "and shall be undone if we cannot find out who it is that knows our secret. Two men must have known it; we have killed one, we must now find the other. To this end one of you who is bold and artful must go into the city dressed as a traveler, and discover whom we have killed, and whether men talk of the strange manner of his death. If the messenger fails he must lose his life, lest we be betrayed."

One of the thieves started up and offered to do this, and after the rest had highly commended him for his bravery he disguised himself, and happened to enter the town at daybreak, just by Bábá Mustafá's stall. The thief bade him good-day, saying, "Honest man, how can you possibly see to stitch at your age?"
  
"Old as I am," replied the cobbler, "I have very good eyes, and will you believe me when I tell you that I sewed a dead body together in a place where I had less light than I have now."

The robber was overjoyed at his good fortune, and, giving him a piece of gold, desired to be shown the house where he stitched up the dead body. At first Mustafá refused, saying that he had been blindfolded; but when the robber gave him another piece of gold he began to think he might remember the turnings if blindfolded as before. This means succeeded; the robber partly led him, and was partly guided by him, right in front of Qásim's house wherein now dwelt his brother Alí Bábá. The robber marked the door with a piece of chalk. Then, well pleased, he bade farewell to Bábá Mustafá and returned to the forest. By and by Marjánah, going out, saw the mark the robber had made, quickly guessed that some mischief was brewing, and fetching a piece of chalk marked two or three doors on each side, without saying anything to her master or mistress.

The thief, meantime, told his comrades of his discovery. The Captain thanked him, and bade him show him the house he had marked. But when they came to it they saw that five or six of the houses were chalked in the same manner. The guide was so confounded that he knew not what answer to make, and when they returned he was at once beheaded for having failed.

Another robber was dispatched, and, having won over Bábá Mustafá, marked the house in red chalk; but Marjánah was again too clever for them, the second messenger was also put to death.

The Captain now resolved to go himself, but, wiser than the others, he did not mark the house, but looked at it so closely that he could not fail to remember it. He returned, and ordered his men to go into the neighboring villages and buy nineteen mules, and thirty-eight leather jars, all empty except one, which was full of oil. The Captain put one of his men, fully armed, into each, rubbing the outside of the jars with oil from the full vessel. Then the nineteen mules were loaded with thirty-seven robbers in jars, and the jar of oil, and reached the town by dusk.

The Captain stopped his mules in front of Alí Bábá's house, and said to Alí Bábá, who was sitting outside for coolness, "I have brought some oil from a distance to sell at tomorrow's market, but it is now so late that I know not where to pass the night, unless you will do me the favor to take me in."

Though Alí Bábá had seen the Captain of the robbers in the forest, he did not recognize him in the guise of an oil merchant. He bade him welcome, opened his gates for the mules to enter, and went to Marjánah to bid her prepare a bed and supper for his guest. He brought the stranger into his hall, and after they had supped went again to speak to Marjánah in the kitchen, while the Captain went into the yard under pretense of seeing after his mules, but really to tell his men what to do.

Beginning at the first jar and ending at the last, he said to each man, "As soon as I throw some stones from the window of the chamber where I lie, cut the jars open with your knives and come out, and I will be with you in a trice."

He returned to the house, and Marjánah led him to his chamber. She then told Abdallah, her fellow slave, to set on the pot to make some broth for her master, who had gone to bed. Meanwhile her lamp went out, and she had no more oil in the house.

"Do not be uneasy," said Abdallah; "go into the yard and take some out of one of the jars of our guest who has more than enough." Marjánah thanked him for his advice, took the oil pot, and went into the yard. When she came to the first jar the robber inside said softly, "Is it time?" Any other slave but Marjánah, on finding a man in the jar instead of the oil she wanted, would have screamed and made a noise; but she, knowing the danger her master was in, bethought herself of a plan, and answered quietly, "Not yet, but presently."

She went to all the jars, giving the same answer, till she came to the jar of oil. She now saw that her master, thinking to entertain an oil merchant, had let thirty-eight robbers into his house. She filled her oil pot, went back to the kitchen, and, having lit her lamp, went again to the oil jar and filled a large kettle full of oil. When it boiled she went and poured enough oil into one of the jars to stifle and kill the robber inside. She repeated this ritual for every jar until all the robbers were dead. This brave deed now done, she went back to the kitchen, put out the fire and the lamp, and waited to see what would happen.

In a quarter of an hour the Captain of the robbers awoke, got up, and opened the window. As all seemed quiet, he threw down some little pebbles which hit the jars. He listened, and as none of his men seemed to stir he grew uneasy, and went down into the yard. On going to the first jar and saying, "Are you asleep?" he smelt the hot boiled oil, and knew at once that his plot to murder Alí Bábá and his household had been discovered. He found all the gang was dead, and, missing the oil out of the last jar, became aware of the manner of their death. He then forced the lock of a door leading into a garden, and climbing over several walls made his escape. Marjánah heard and saw all this, and, rejoicing at her success, went to bed and fell asleep.

At daybreak Alí Bábá arose, and, seeing the oil jars still there, asked why the merchant had not gone with his mules. Marjánah bade him look in the first jar and see if there was any oil. Seeing a man instead, Alí Bábá started back in terror. "Have no fear," Marjánah said quickly, "the man cannot harm you; he is dead."

“O Marjánah, I am almost too frightened to ask what evils have we escaped and by what means is this wretch become the quarry of Fate?”

“Praise be to Almighty Allah!---I will tell you everything, but now I beg you to look into all these the jars.” answered Marjánah.

Alí Bábá examined the jars, one by one from first to last, and when he had recovered somewhat from his astonishment, asked what had become of the merchant.

"Merchant!" said she, "he is no more a merchant than I am!" and she told him the whole story, assuring him that it was a plot of the robbers of the forest, of whom only three were left, and that the white and red chalk marks had something to do with it. Alí Bábá at once gave Marjánah her freedom, saying that he owed her his life. They then buried the bodies in Alí Bábá's garden, while the mules were sold in the market by his slaves.

The Captain returned to his lonely cave, which seemed frightful to him without his lost companions, and firmly resolved to avenge them by killing Alí Bábá. He dressed himself carefully, and went into the town, where he took lodgings in an inn. In the course of a great many journeys to the forest he carried away many rich stuffs and much fine linen, and set up a shop in the Bazar opposite that of Alí Bábá's son. He called himself Khwajah Hasan, and as he was both civil and well dressed he soon made friends with Alí Bábá's son, and through him with Alí Bábá, whom he was continually asking to sup with him.

Alí Bábá, wishing to return his kindness, invited him into his house and received him smiling, thanking him for his kindness to his son.

When the merchant was about to take his leave Alí Bábá stopped him, saying, "Where are you going, sir, in such haste? Will you not stay and sup with me?"

The merchant refused, saying that he had a reason; and, on Alí Bábá's asking him what that was, he replied, "It is, sir, that I can eat no victuals that have any salt in them."

"If that is all," said Alí Bábá, "let me tell you that there shall be no salt in either the meat or the bread that we eat to-night."

He went to give this order to Marjánah, who was much surprised.

"Who is this man," she said, "who eats no salt with his meat?"

"He is an honest man, Marjánah," returned her master; "therefore do as I bid you."

But she could not withstand a desire to see this strange man, so she helped Abdallah to carry up the dishes, and saw in a moment that Khwajah Hasan was the robber Captain, and carried a dagger under his garment.

"I am not surprised," she said to herself, "that this wicked man, who intends to kill my master, will eat no salt with him; but I will hinder his plans."

She sent up the supper by Abdallah, while she made ready for one of the boldest acts that could be imagined. When the dessert had been served, Khwajah Hasan was left alone with Alí Bábá and his son, whom he thought to make drunk and then to murder them. Marjánah, meanwhile, put on a headdress like a dancing-girl's, and clasped a girdle round her waist, from which hung a dagger with a silver hilt, and said to Abdallah, "Take your tabor, and let us go and divert our master and his guest."

Abdallah took his tabor and played before Marjánah until they came to the door, where Abdallah stopped playing and Marjánah made a low courtesy.

"Come in, Marjánah," said Alí Bábá, "and let Khwajah Hasan see what you can do"; and, turning to Khwajah Hasan, he said, "She is a freed slave and my most trusted servant."

Khwajah Hasan was by no means pleased, for he feared that his chance of killing Alí Bábá was gone for the present; but he pretended great eagerness to see Marjánah, and Abdallah began to play and Marjánah to dance. After she had performed several dances she drew her dagger and made passes with it, sometimes pointing it at her own breast, sometimes at her master's, as if it were part of the dance. Suddenly, out of breath, she snatched the tabor from Abdallah with her left hand, and, holding the dagger in her right hand, held out the tabor to her master. Alí Bábá and his son put a piece of gold into it, and Khwajah Hasan, seeing that she was coming to him, pulled out his own purse in order to make her a present, but while he was putting his hand into it Marjánah plunged the dagger into his heart.

"Unhappy girl!" cried Alí Bábá, "what have you done to ruin us?"

"It was to preserve you, master, not to ruin you," answered Marjánah. "See here," opening the false merchant's garment and showing the dagger; "see what an enemy you have entertained! Remember, he would eat no salt with you, and that made me curious to know more of this guest. Look at him! He is both the false oil merchant and the Captain of the Forty Thieves!"

Alí Bábá was so grateful to Marjánah for again saving his life that he offered her to his son in marriage, who readily consented, and a few days after, the wedding was celebrated with the greatest possible splendor.

At the end of a year Alí Bábá, hearing nothing of the two remaining robbers, judged they were dead, and set out to the cave. He journeyed there with all care and caution, till finding no signs of man or horse, he ventured near the door. Then alighting from his beast, he went to the entrance and pronounced the words which he had not forgotten, "Open Sesame!" The door flew open, and entering the cave he saw the goods and hoard of gold and silver untouched and lying as he had left them. So he felt assured that not one of all the thieves remained alive, and, that save himself there was not a soul who knew the secret of the place. At once he bound in his saddle-cloth a load of gold such as his horse could bear and brought it home.


He told his son the secret of the cave,
which his son handed down in his turn,
so the children and grandchildren 
of Alí Bábá were rich 
to the end of their lives.













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'Alí Bábá____
This form of the name, with an apostrophe and accents, is taken from the famous 1880s translation by Sir Richard F. Burton. In Burton's manuscript, the name appears this way in the very first line of the story, and then becomes plain Ali Baba for the rest of the story. 

In my version the accents have been kept in place for the remainder of the tale, because I like the way they look; but I do leave out the apostrophe. (Being curious about that apostrophe, but finding no information about it in the Burton translation, I was fortunate to discover the following information in the introduction to an edition translated by Edward William Lane: “An apostrophe, when immediately preceding or following a vowel, I employ to denote the place of a letter which has no equivalent in our alphabet; it has a guttural sound like that which is heard in the bleating of sheep.”)







Arabian Nights manuscript, 14th Century



This version of Alí Bábá and the Forty Thieves was adapted from a retelling by Andrew Lang, as published in The Blue Fairy Book, Longmans, Green and Company, London (1891). Some lines from Sir Richard F. Burton's translation have been inserted for added color, the "praise to Allah," for example. Most of the spellings for the names are from the Burton translation as well, with one interesting exception: the name used here for the excellent slave "Marjánah" is found in a footnote in Burton's edition in which he explains that this is the correct version of the name but that he kept the use of "Morgiana" in his edition because, as he said, "I am unwilling to alter the time honoured corruption: properly it is written Marjánah = the "Coralline," from Marján = red coral..."     
 Well, Sir Richard, stick to your purpose! I used Marjánah!





      
         The Blue Fairy Book
     The Folio Society edition
















Friday, January 31, 2014

Shahrázád (Scheherazade), The Frame Tale of The Arabian Nights


La Premièr Nuit de Schéhérazade by Léon Carré


Shahrázád
and Her Thousand Nights and a Night






PRAISE BE TO ALLAH

THE CREATOR OF THE UNIVERSE

LORD OF THE THREE WORLDS

WHO SET UP THE FIRMAMENT WITHOUT PILLARS IN ITS STEAD

AND WHO STRETCHED OUT THE EARTH EVEN AS A BED




Praise be to Him who hath made the histories of the Past an admonition unto the Present!







  In the chronicles of the ancient dynasty of the Sassanidae, 
who reigned for about four hundred years, from Persia to the borders of China, beyond the great river Ganges itself, we read the praises of one of the kings of this race, who was said to be the best monarch of his time. His subjects loved him, and his neighbors feared him, and when he died he left his kingdom in a more prosperous and powerful condition than any king had done before him.

The two sons who survived him loved each other tenderly, and it was a real grief to the elder, Shahryár, that the laws of the empire forbade him to share his dominions with his brother Shah Zamán. Indeed, after ten years, during which this state of things had not ceased to trouble him, Shahryár cut off the country of Great Tartary from the Persian Empire and made Shah Zamán king.

Now this Sultan Shahryár had a wife whom he loved more than all the world, and his greatest happiness was to surround her with splendor, and to give her the finest dresses and the most beautiful jewels. It was therefore with the deepest shame and sorrow that it was accidentally discovered, after several years, that she had deceived him completely. She had broken her marriage vow, and her whole conduct turned out to have been so incredibly bad, that he felt himself obliged to carry out the law of the land, and order the Grand-Wazír to put her to death before all the people.

The blow was so heavy that the Sultan’s mind almost gave way, and he declared that he was quite sure that at bottom all women were as wicked as the Sultana, if you could only find them out, and that the fewer the world contained the better. So every evening he married a fresh wife and had her beheaded the following morning before the Grand-Wazír, whose duty it was to provide these unhappy brides for the Sultan. The poor man fulfilled his task with reluctance, but there was no escape, and every day saw a girl married and a wife dead.

This behavior caused the greatest horror in the town, where nothing was heard but cries and lamentations. In one house was a father weeping for the loss of his daughter, in another a mother trembling for the fate of her child; and instead of the blessings that had formerly been heaped on the Sultan's head, the air was now full of curses.

The Grand-Wazír himself was the father of two daughters, of whom the elder was called *Shahrázád, and the younger Dunyázád.  Shahrázád was clever and courageous in the highest degree. Her father had given her the best masters in philosophy, medicine, science, and the fine arts. She had also read various books of histories, and the lives of preceding kings, and stories of past generations: it is asserted that she had collected together a thousand books of histories, relating to preceding generations and kings, and works of the poets, and besides all this, her beauty excelled that of any girl in the kingdom of Persia.

Shahrázád's sister, Dunyázád, was still very young, and she was a most loyal and loving sister.

One day, when the Grand-Wazír was talking to his eldest daughter, who was his delight and pride, Shahrázád said to him, "Father, I have a favor to ask of you. Will you grant it to me?"

"I can refuse you nothing," replied he, "that is just and reasonable."

"Then listen," said Shahrázád. "I am determined to stop this barbarous practice of the Sultan's, and to deliver the girls of this kingdom from the awful fate that hangs over them."

"It would be an excellent thing to do," returned the Grand-Wazír, "but how do you propose to accomplish it?"

"My father," answered Shahrázád, "it is you who have to provide the Sultan daily with a fresh wife, and I implore you, by all the affection you bear me, to allow the honor to fall upon me."

"Have you lost your senses?" cried the Grand-Wazír, starting back in horror. "What has put such a thing into your head? You ought to know by this time what it means to be the sultan's bride!"

"Yes, my father, I know it well," replied she, "and I am not afraid to think of it. If I fail, my death will be a glorious one, and if I succeed I shall have done a great service to my country."

"It is of no use," said the Grand-Wazír, "I shall never consent. If the Sultan was to order me to plunge a dagger in your heart, I should have to obey. What a task for a father! Ah, if you do not fear death, fear at any rate the anguish you would cause me."

He even related to her a story that he hoped would help to turn her mind away from this hopeless desire that she had to become the Sultan’s bride. But her determination to go to the palace remained unchanged.

"Once again, my father," insisted Shahrázád, "will you grant me what I ask?"

"What, are you still so obstinate?" exclaimed the Grand-Wazír. "Why are you so resolved upon your own ruin?"

But the maiden absolutely refused to attend to her father's words, and at length, in despair, the Grand-Wazír gave way to her request, and went sadly to the palace to tell the Sultan that the following evening he would bring him Shahrázád.

The Sultan received this news with the greatest astonishment.

"How have you made up your mind," he asked, "to sacrifice your own daughter to me?"

"Sire," answered the Grand-Wazír, "it is her own wish. Even the sad fate that awaits her could not hold her back."

"Let there be no mistake, Wazír," said the Sultan. "Remember you will have to take her life yourself. If you refuse, I swear that your head shall pay forfeit."

"Sire," returned the Wazír. "Whatever the cost, I will obey you. Though a father, I am your faithful subject." So the Sultan told the Grand-Wazír he might bring his daughter as soon as he liked.

The Wazír took back this news to Shahrázád, who received it as if it had been the most pleasant thing in the world. She thanked her father warmly for yielding to her wishes, and, seeing him still bowed down with grief, told him that she hoped he would never repent having allowed her to marry the Sultan. Then she went to prepare herself for the marriage, and begged that her sister Dunyázád should be sent for that she might speak to her.

When they were alone, Shahrázád addressed her thus: "My dear sister, I want your help in a very important affair. My father is going to take me to the palace to celebrate my marriage with the Sultan. When his Highness receives me, I shall beg him, as a last favor, to let you come to me, so that I may have your company during the last night I am alive. If, as I hope, he grants me my wish, be sure that you wake me an hour before the dawn, and speak to me in these words: ‘My sister, if you are not asleep, I beg you, before the sun rises, to tell me one of your strange stories.’ Then I shall begin, and I hope by this means to deliver the people from the terror that reigns over them."
  
Dunyázád replied that she would do with pleasure what her sister wished.

When the usual hour arrived the Grand-Wazír conducted Shahrázád to the palace, and left her alone with the Sultan, who bade her raise her veil and was amazed at her beauty. But seeing her eyes full of tears, he asked what was the matter. "Sire," replied Shahrázád, "I have a sister who loves me as tenderly as I love her. Grant me the favor of allowing her to sleep nearby this night, as it is the last we shall be together." Shahryár consented to Shahrázád's petition and Dunyázád was sent for.

An hour before daybreak Dunyázád awoke, and exclaimed, as she had promised, "My dear sister, if you are not asleep, tell me I pray you, before the sun rises, one of your strange stories. It is the last time that I shall have the pleasure of hearing you."

Shahrázád did not answer her sister, but turned to the Sultan. "Will your highness permit me to do as my sister asks?" said she.

"Willingly," he answered, for he was restless and pleased with the idea of listening to a story. And so on the first night of the thousand and one, Shahrázád began

The Tale of the Merchant and the Jinni.

It has been related to me, O auspicious King, said Shahrázád, that there was a certain merchant who had great wealth, and traded extensively with surrounding countries; and one day he mounted his horse, and journeyed to a neighboring country to collect what was due to him, and, the heat oppressing him, he sat under a tree, in a garden, and put his hand into his saddle-bag, and ate a morsel of bread and a date which were among his provisions. Having eaten the date, he threw aside the stone, and immediately there appeared before him an Ifrit, of enormous height, who, holding a drawn sword in his hand, approached him, and said, Rise, that I may kill thee, as thou hast killed my son!


Shahrázád, at this point, seeing that it was day, and knowing that the Sultan always rose very early to attend the council, stopped speaking.

"Indeed, sister," said Dunyázád, "this is a wonderful story."
  
"The rest is still more wonderful," replied Shahrázád, "and you would say so, if the sultan would allow me to live another day, and would give me leave to tell it to you the next night."
  
Shahryár, who had been listening to Shahrázád with pleasure, said to himself, "I will wait till to-morrow; I can always have her killed when I have heard the end of her story."
  
All this time the Grand-Wazír was in a terrible state of anxiety. But he was much delighted when he saw the Sultan enter the council-chamber without giving the terrible command that he was expecting.
  
The next morning, before the day broke, Dunyázád said, "Dear sister, if you are awake I pray you to go on with your story."
  
The Sultan did not wait for Shahrázád to ask his leave. "By all means, finish the story of the jinni and the merchant," he said. "I am curious to hear the end."

So Shahrázád went on with the story.

This happened every morning; the Sultana told a story, and the Sultan let her live to finish it.

On the hundred and forty-fifth night, when Shahrázád had made an end of the history of King Omar teen Ennuman and his sons, Shahryár said to her, "I desire that you tell me some story about birds."

Dunyázád, hearing this, said to her sister, "All this while I have never seen the Sultan light at heart till this night; and this gives me hope that the issue may be a happy one for you with him."

Then drowsiness overcame the Sultan; so he slept and Shahrázád, perceiving the approach of day, was silent. 

When it was the hundred and forty-sixth night, Shahrázád began as follows: "I have heard tell, O august King, that in              

The Story of the Birds and Beasts and the
Son of Adam a peacock once abode with his mate on the sea-shore, in a place that abounded in trees and streams, but was infested with lions and all manner of other wild beasts, and for fear of these latter, the two birds were wont to roost by night upon a tree, going forth by day in quest of food. They abode thus awhile, till, their fear increasing on them, they cast about for some other place wherein to dwell, and in the course of their search, they happened on an island abounding in trees and streams. So they alighted there and ate of its fruits and drank of its waters. Whilst they were thus engaged, up came a duck, in a state of great affright, and stayed not till she reached the tree on which the two peacocks were perched, when she seemed reassured. The peacock asked her the cause of her alarm, to which she replied, 'I am sick for sorrow and my fear of the son of Adam: beware, O beware of the sons of Adam!'


Night followed night.

Story followed story.

And still Shahrázád kept her life, just as she hoped she might when she first determined to sacrifice herself to save her country.
  
Now, during this long time, Shahrázád had born the King three boy children: so, when she had made an end of another marvelous story, she rose to her feet and kissing ground before him, said, "O King of the time, of the age and the tide, I am your handmaid and these thousand nights and a night have I entertained you with stories of folk of yore and many wonders. May I then make bold to crave a boon of Your Highness?"

He replied, "Ask, O Shahrázád, and it shall be granted to you.”
  
Whereupon she cried out to the nurses and the eunuchs, saying, "Bring me my children." So they brought them to her in haste, and they were three sons. "O King, these are your children and I crave that you release me from the doom of death, as a dole to these infants, that their mother might remain alive."

When the Sultan heard this, he wept, and pulling the boys to his bosom, said, "By Allah, O Shahrázád, I pardoned you before the coming of these children!"
  
So she kissed his hands and feet and rejoiced saying, “The Lord make your life long and increase you in majesty!”
  
When the morning morrowed, the Sultan went forth and, sitting down on the throne of the Kingship, summoned the Lords of his land. When this august host had come before him, he distinguished the Wazír, Shahrázád's father, and treated him with utmost kindness before all the company, and said to him, "Allah protect you for giving me to wife your noble daughter, who has been the means of my repentance from slaying the daughters of my kingdom."

The Sultan commanded that his marriage to Shahrázád should be celebrated throughout the entire kingdom.  The day was set and all the cities decorated after the goodliest fashion and diffused scents and burnt aloes-wood and other perfumes in all the markets and thoroughfares. Then while the drums beat and the flutes and pipes sounded and mimes and mountebanks played and plied their arts, the Sultan lavished on his subjects generous gifts of coin and cloth; and it was indeed a notable day.

King Shahryár commanded to spread the tables with beasts roasted whole, and sweetmeats and all manner of viands, and bade the crier cry to the folk that they should come up to the Divan and eat and drink and that this should be a means of reconciliation between him and them. So, high and low, great and small came up to him and they all ate and drank seven days with their nights.

In due time King Shahryár summoned chroniclers and copyists and bade them write all that had betided him with his wife, first and last; so they wrote this and named it "The Stories of the Thousand Nights and A Night." The book came to thirty volumes and these the Sultan laid up in his treasury.

And the Sultan abode with his wife for many years in all pleasance and solace of life, for that indeed Allah the Most High had changed their annoy into such great joy; and on this wise they continued till they were translated to the ruth* of Almighty Allah.

Then there reigned after them a wise ruler, who loved tales and legends, and he found in the treasury these marvelous stories and wondrous histories, contained in the thirty volumes. So he read in them first to last, and each book astounded and delighted him more than that which preceded it. He admired what he had read therein of description and discourse and rare traits and anecdotes and moral instances and reminiscences, and bade the folk copy them and dispread them over all lands and climes; wherefore their report was bruited* abroad and the people named them "The marvels and wonders of the Thousand Nights and a Night."

This is all that hath come down to us of the origin of this book, and ALLAH is All-knowing. So Glory be to Him whom the shifts of Time waste not away, nor doth aught of chance or change affect His sway: whom one case diverteth not from other case and Who is sole in the attributes of perfect grace.

And prayer and peace be upon the Lord's Chosen One among His creatures, our lord MOHAMMED the Prince of mankind through whom we supplicate Him for a goodly and a godly 

FINIS.



 by Edmund Dulac
 
 



 



How Wonderful Are the Works of Allah!


 


from the 

One Thousand and One 

Nights 


 كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة‎ 


Kitāb alf laylah wa-laylah


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*Shahrázád, most often presented as Scheherazade, from the French translations. 

Shahrázád (Persian) = City-freer, probably from Shirzád = lion-born. [from the footnotes in Sir Richard F. Burton’s translation.]



*ruth: a feeling of pity, distress, or grief; from rue; in this instance then we might take the phrase to mean “to within the realm of the pitying or compassionate Allah.”

*bruited: spread a report or rumor widely; from Old French bruit ‘noise’



There were two main sources for this adaptation of the story of Shahrázád: The Arabian Nights Entertainments, edited by Andrew Lang, and Tales from the Arabian Nights, translated by Sir Richard F. Burton. I have also incorporated small sections from the translations of Edward William Lane, and John Payne.


   

I have chosen to follow Sir Richard’s presentation of names throughout this version of the frame tale.

Burton                             Lang

Shahryár                          Schahriar

 

Shah Zamán                     Schahzeman

 

Wazír                              Vizir

 

Shahrázád                        Scheherazade

 

Dunyázád                        Dinarzade

 

Jinni,  Ifrit                        Genius (Latin) 
                                          (now we use Genie, from French)