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other colours. To ‘brown of hue (they say) praise is due;’ and Allah bless him who singeth, ‘And in brunettes is mystery, could’st” thou but read it right, *

Thy sight would never dwell on others, be they red or white: Free-flowing conversation, amorous coquettishness * Would teach H�rut himself a mightier spell of magic might.’

 

And saith another,

 

‘Give me brunettes, so limber, lissom, lithe of sway, * Brunettes tall, slender straight like Samhar’s nut-brown lance;[FN#380]

Languid of eyelids and with silky down on either cheek, * Who fixed in lover’s heart work to his life mischance.’

 

And yet another,

 

‘Now, by my life, brown hue hath point of comeliness * Leaves whiteness nowhere and high o’er the Moon takes place; But an of whiteness aught it borrowed self to deck, ‘Twould change its graces and would pale for its disgrace: Not with his must[FN#381] I’m drunken, but his locks of musk

Are wine inebriating all of human race.

His charms are jealous each of each, and all desire * To be the down that creepeth up his lovely face.’

 

And again another,

 

‘Why not incline me to that show of silky down, * On cheeks of dark brunette, like bamboo spiring brown?

Whenas high rank in beauty poets sing, they say * Brown ant-like specklet worn by nenuphar in crown.

And see I sundry lovers tear out others’ eyne * For the brown mole beneath that jetty pupil shown, Then why do censors blame me for one all a mole? * Allah I pray demolish each molesting clown!’[FN#382]

 

My form is all grace and my shape is built on heavy base; Kings desire my colour which all adore, rich and poor. I am pleasant, active, handsome, elegant, soft of skin and prized for price: eke I am perfect in seemlibead and breeding and eloquence; my aspect is comely and my tongue witty; my temper is bright and my play a pretty sight. As for thee, thou art like unto a mallow growing about the L�k Gate;[FN#383] in hue sallow and streaked-yellow and made all of sulphur. Aroynt thee, O copper-worth of jaundiced sorrel, O rust of brass-pot, O face of owl in gloom, and fruit of the Hell-tree Zakk�m;[FN#384] whose bedfellow, for heart-break, is buried in the tomb. And there is no good thing in thee, even as saith the poet of the like of thee, ‘Yellowness, tincturing her tho’ nowise sick or sorry, *

Straitens my hapless heart and makes my head sore ache; An thou repent not, Soul! I’ll punish thee with kissing[FN#385] *

Her lower face that shall mine every grinder break!’

 

And when she ended her lines, quoth her master, ‘Sit thee down, this much sufficeth!’”—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.

 

When it was the Three Hundred and Thirty-eighth Night, She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that “when the yellow girl ended her recitation, quoth her master, ‘Sit thee down; this much sufficeth!’ Then he made peace between them and clad them all in sumptuous robes of honour and hanselled them with precious jewels of land and sea. And never have I seen, O

Commander of the Faithful, any when or any where, aught fairer than these six damsels fair.” Now when Al-Maamun heard this story from Mohammed of Bassorah, he turned to him and said, “O

Mohammed, knowest thou the abiding-place of these damsels and their master, and canst thou contrive to buy them of him for us?”

He answered, “O Commander of the Faithful, indeed I have heard that their lord is wrapped up in them and cannot bear to be parted from them.” Rejoined the Caliph, “Take thee ten thousand gold pieces for each girl, that is sixty thousand for the whole purchase; and carry the coin to his house and buy them of him.”

So Mohammed of Bassorah took the money and, betaking himself to the Man of Al-Yaman, acquainted him with the wish of the Prince of True Believers. He consented to part with them at that price to pleasure the Caliph; and despatched them to Al-Maamun, who assigned them an elegant abode and therein used to sit with them as cup-companions; marvelling at their beauty and loveliness, at their varied colours and at the excellence of their conversation.

Thus matters stood for many a day; but, after awhile, when their former owner could no longer bear to be parted from them, he sent a letter to the Commander of the Faithful complaining to him of his own ardent love-longing for them and containing, amongst other contents, these couplets,

 

“Captured me six, all bright with youthful blee; * Then on all six be best salams from me!

They are my hearing, seeing, very life; * My meat, my drink, my joy, my jollity:

I’ll ne’er forget the favours erst so charmed * Whose loss hath turned my sleep to insomny:

Alack, O longsome pining and O tears! * Would I had farewelled all humanity:

Those eyes, with bowed and well arched eyebrows[FN#386] dight, *

Like bows have struck me with their archery.”

 

Now when the letter came to the hands of Al-Maamun, he robed the six damsels in rich raiment; and, giving them threescore thousand dinars, sent them back to their lord who joyed in them with exceeding joy[FN#387] (more especially for the monies they brought him), and abode with them in all the comfort and pleasance of life, till there came to them the Destroyer of delights and the Severer of societies. And men also recount the tale of

 

HARUN AL-RASHID AND THE DAMSEL AND ABU

NOWAS.

 

The Caliph, Commander of the Faithful, Harun al-Rashid, being one night exceedingly restless and thoughtful with sad thought, rose from his couch and walked about the by-ways of his palace, till he came to a chamber, over whose doorway hung a curtain. He raised that curtain and saw, at the upper end of the room, a bedstead whereon lay something black, as it were a man asleep, with a wax taper on his right hand and another on his left; and as the Caliph stood wondering at the sight, behold, he remarked a flagon full of old wine whose mouth was covered by the cup. The Caliph wondered even more at this, saying, “How came this black by such wine-service?” Then, drawing near the bedstead, he found that it was a girl lying asleep there, curtained by her hair; so he uncovered her face and saw that it was like the moon, on the night of his fulness.[FN#388] So the Caliph filled himself a cup of wine and drank it to the roses of her cheeks; and, feeling inclined to enjoy her, kissed a mole on her face, whereupon she started up from sleep, and cried out, “O Trusted of Allah,[FN#389] what may this be?” Replied he, “A guest who knocketh at thy door, hoping that thou wilt give him hospitality till the dawn;” and she answered; “Even so! I will serve him with my hearing and my sight.” So she brought forward the wine and they drank together, after which she took the lute and tuning the strings, preluded in one-and-twenty modes, then returning to the first, played a lively measure and sang these couplets, “The tongue of love from heart bespeaks my sprite, * Telling I love thee with love infinite:

I have an eye bears witness to my pain, * And fluttering heart sore hurt by parting-plight.

I cannot hide the love that harms my life; * Tears ever roll and growth of pine I sight:

I knew not what love was ere loving thee; * But Allah’s destiny to all is dight.”

 

And when her verses were ended she said, “O Commander of the Faithful, I have been wronged!”—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.

 

When it was the Three Hundred and Thirty-ninth Night, She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the damsel cried, “O Commander of the Faithful, I have been wronged!” Quoth he, “How so, and who hath wronged thee?” Quoth she “Thy son bought me awhile ago, for ten thousand dirhams, meaning to give me to thee; but thy wife, the daughter of thine uncle, sent him the said price and bade him shut me up from thee in this chamber.” Whereupon said the Caliph, “Ask a boon of me,” and she, “I ask thee to lie with me tomorrow night.” Replied the Caliph, “Inshallah!” and leaving her, went away. Now as soon as it was morning, he repaired to his sitting-room and called for Abu Nowas, but found him not and sent his chamberlain to ask after him. The chamberlain found him in a tavern, pawned and pledged for a score of a thousand dirhams, which he had spent on a certain beardless youth, and questioned him of his case. So he told him what had betided him with the comely boy and how he had spent upon him a thousand silver pieces; whereupon quoth the chamberlain, “Show him to me; and if he be worth this, thou art excused.” He answered, “Patience, and thou shalt see him presently.’ As they were talking together, up came the lad, clad in a white tunic, under which was another of red and under this yet another black. Now when Abu Nowas saw him, he sighed a loud sigh and improvised these couplets,

 

“He showed himself in shirt of white, * With eyes and eyelids languor-digit.

Quoth I, ‘Doss pass and greet me not? * Though were thy greeting a delight?

Blest He who clothed in rose thy cheeks, * Creates what wills He by His might!’

Quoth he, ‘Leave prate, forsure my Lord * Of works is wondrous infinite:

My garment’s like my face and luck; * All three are white on white on white.’”

 

When the beardless one heard these words, he doffed the white tunic and appeared in the red; and when Abu Nowas saw him he redoubled in expressions of admiration and repeated these couplets,

 

“He showed in garb anemone-red, * A foeman ‘friend’ entitul�d: Quoth I in marvel, ‘Thou’rt full moon * Whose weed shames rose however red:

Hath thy cheek stained it red, or hast * Dyed it in blood by lovers bled?’

Quoth he, ‘Sol gave me this for shirt * When hasting down the West to bed

So garb and wine and hue of cheek * All three are red on red on red.’”

 

And when the verses came to an end, the beardless one doffed the red tunic and stood in the black; and, when Abu Nowas saw him, he redoubled in attention to him and versified in these couplets, “He came in sable-hu�d sacque * And shone in dark men’s heart to rack:

Quoth I, ‘Doss pass and greet me not? * Joying the hateful envious pack?

Thy garment’s like thy locks and like * My lot, three blacks on black on black.’”

 

Seeing this state of things and understanding the case of Abu Nowas and his love-longing, the Chamberlain returned to the Caliph and acquainted him therewith; so he bade him pouch a thousand dirhams and go and take him out of pawn. Thereupon the Chamberlain returned to Abu Nowas and, paying his score, carried him to the Caliph, who said, “Make me some verses containing the words, O Trusted of Allah, what may this be?” Answered he, “I hear and I obey, O Commander of the Faithful.”—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.

 

When it was the Three Hundred and Fortieth Night, She said, it hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Abu Nowas answered, “I hear and I obey, O Commander of the Faithful!” and forthwith he improvised these couplets, “Long was my

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