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hurt them?” “When the head is whole,” replied he, “the body is whole also.”’ Omar ben Abdulaziz preached once from a mud pulpit, and after praising and glorifying God the Most High, said three words and spoke as follows, ‘O folk, make clean your hearts, that your outward lives may be clean to your brethren, and abstain from the things of the world. Know that from Adam to this present, there is no one man alive among the dead. Dead are Abdulmelik and those who forewent him, and Omar also will die, and those who come after him.’ Quoth Meslemeh (to this same Omar, when he was dying), ‘O Commander of the Faithful, shall we set a pillow behind thee, that thou mayest lean on it a little?’ But Omar answered, ‘I fear lest it be a fault about my neck on the Day of Resurrection.’ Then he gasped for breath and fell back in a swoon; whereupon Fatimeh cried out, saying, ‘Ho, Meryem! Ho, Muzahim! Ho, such an one! Look to this man!’ And she began to pour water on him, weeping, till he revived, and seeing her in tears, said to her, ‘O Fatimeh, why dost thou weep?’ ‘O Commander of the Faithful,’ replied she, ‘I saw thee lying prostrate before us and thought of thy prostration before God the Most High in death and of thy departure from the world and separation from us. This is what made me weep.’ ‘Enough, O Fatimeh,’ answered he; ‘indeed thou exceedest.’ Then he would have risen, but fell down, and Fatimeh strained him to her, saying, ‘Thou art to me as my father and my mother, O Commander of the Faithful! We cannot speak to thee, all of us.’[1] Night lxvi.Again (continued Nuzhet ez Zeman), Omar ben Abdulaziz wrote to the people of the festival at Mecca, as follows, ‘I call God to witness, in the Holy Month, in the Holy City and

  1. This passage apparently belongs to the previous account of Omar’s death-bed; but I have left it as it stands in the text, as it would be a hopeless task to endeavour to restore this chaos of insipid anecdote and devotional commonplace to anything like symmetry.