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Quoth I, “Have done with blame and leave your censuring, I pray. As if it be a very script, it is a forgery.
Lo, in the gathering of his cheeks the meads of Eden be, And more by token that his lips are Kauther,[1] verily.”
When the broker heard the verses she repeated on the charms of Ali Shar, he marvelled at her eloquence, no less than at the brightness of her beauty; but her owner said to him, ‘Marvel not at her beauty, that shames the sun of day, nor that her mind is stored with the choicest verses of the poets; for, besides this, she can repeat the glorious Koran, according to the seven readings, and the august Traditions, after the authentic text; and she writes the seven hands and is versed in more branches of knowledge than the most learned doctor. Moreover, her hands are better than gold and silver; for she makes curtains of silk and sells them for fifty dinars each; and it takes her eight days to make a curtain.’ ‘Happy the man,’ exclaimed the broker, ‘who hath her in his house and maketh her of his privy treasures!’ And her owner said, ‘Sell her to whom she will.’ So the broker went up to Ali Shar and kissing his hands, said to him, ‘O my lord, buy thou this damsel, for she hath made choice of thee.’ Then he set forth to him all her charms and accomplishments, and added: ‘I give thee joy, if thou buy her, for she is a gift from Him who is no niggard of His giving.’
Ali bowed his head awhile, laughing to himself and saying inwardly, ‘Up to now I have not broken my fast; yet I am ashamed to own before the merchants that I have no money wherewith to buy her.’ The damsel, seeing him hang down his head, said to the broker, ‘Take my hand and lead me to him, that I may show myself to him and tempt him to buy me; for I will not be sold to any but him.’ So the broker took her hand and stationed her before Ali Shar, saying, ‘What is thy pleasure, O my
- ↑ A river of Paradise.
