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O thou that seekest parting, stay thy feet: Let clips and kisses not delude thy spright.
Softly, for fortune’s nature is deceit And parting is the end of love-delight.
Then he took the mug and going out, found the Christian within the vestibule and said to him, ‘O dog, how darest thou enter my house without my leave?’ ‘O my lord,’ answered he, ‘there is no difference between the door and the vestibule and I will not budge hence, save to go out; and I am beholden to thee for thy kindness.’ Then he took the mug and emptying it, returned it to Ali, who took it and waited for him to go; but he did not move. So Ali said to him, ‘Why dost thou not rise and go thy way?’ ‘O my lord,’ answered the Christian, ‘be not of those that do a kindness and after make a reproach of it, nor one of whom saith the poet:
Gone, gone are they who, if thou stoodst before their door of old, Had, at thy seeking, handselled thee with benefits untold!
And if thou stoodest at their door who follow after them, These latter would begrudge to thee a draught of water cold.
O my lord,’ continued he, ‘I have drunk, and now I would have thee give me to eat of whatever is in the house, though it be but a crust of bread or a biscuit and an onion.’ ‘Begone, without more talk,’ replied Ali; ‘There is nothing in the house.’ ‘O my lord,’ insisted the Christian, ‘if there be nothing in the house, take these hundred dinars and fetch us somewhat from the market, if but a cake of bread, that bread and salt may pass between us.’ With this, quoth Ali to himself, ‘This Christian is surely mad; I will take the hundred dinars and bring somewhat worth a couple of dirhems and laugh at him.’ ‘O my lord,’ added the Christian, ‘I want but somewhat to stay my hunger, were it but a cake of dry bread and an onion; for the best food is that which does away hunger, not rich meats; and how well saith the poet:
