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tombs, and there is no good thing in thee, even as saith the poet of the like of thee:
Paleness[1] is sore on her, for all no illness doth her fret; My breast is straitened by its sight; ay, and my head aches yet.
If thou repent thee not, my soul, to punish thee, I vow, I’ll humble thee with a kiss of her face, my teeth on edge shall set.”
“Enough,” said her master; “sit down.” Night cccxxxviii.Then he made peace between them and clad them all in sumptuous dresses of honour and handselled them with precious jewels of land and sea. And never, O Commander of the Faithful, in any place or time have I seen fairer than these six fair damsels.’
When the Khalif El Mamoun heard this story from Mohammed of Bassora, he said to him, ‘O Mohammed, knowest thou the abiding-place of these damsels and their master, and canst thou make shift to buy them of him for us?’ ‘O Commander of the Faithful,’ answered he, ‘I have heard that their master is wrapped up in them and cannot endure to be parted from them.’ ‘Take threescore thousand dinars,—that is, ten thousand for each girl,—’ rejoined the Khalif, ‘and go to his house and buy them of him.’ So Mohammed took the money and betaking himself to the man of Yemen, acquainted him with the Khalif’s wish. He consented to sell them at that price, to pleasure him, and despatched them to El Mamoun, who assigned them an elegant lodging and used to sit with them therein, marvelling at their beauty and grace, no less than at their varied colours and the excellence of their speech.
After awhile, when their former owner could no longer endure separation from them, he sent a letter to the Khalif, complaining of his ardent love for them and containing, amongst the rest, the following verses:
- ↑ Syn. yellowness (isfirar).
