Chapter 25

Ghassan is my noble kindred, and Seruj my ancient land:There my home was like the sun in splendor and mighty rank;And my dwelling was as paradise in sweetness and pleasantness and worth.Oh, excellent were the life I led there and the plenteous delights,In the day that I drew my broidered robe in its meadow, sharp of purpose,I walked proudly in the mantle of youth and looked upon goodly pleasures;Fearing not the visitations of time and its evil haps.Now if grief could kill, surely I should perish from my abiding griefs;Or if past life could be redeemed my good heart's blood should redeem it.For death is better for a man than to live the life of a beast.When the ring of subjection leads him to mighty trouble and outrage,And he sees lions whom the paws of assailing hyenas seize.But the fault is in the time: but for its ill luck character would not miss its place:If the time were upright, then would the conditions of men be upright in it.

Ghassan is my noble kindred, and Seruj my ancient land:There my home was like the sun in splendor and mighty rank;And my dwelling was as paradise in sweetness and pleasantness and worth.Oh, excellent were the life I led there and the plenteous delights,In the day that I drew my broidered robe in its meadow, sharp of purpose,I walked proudly in the mantle of youth and looked upon goodly pleasures;Fearing not the visitations of time and its evil haps.Now if grief could kill, surely I should perish from my abiding griefs;Or if past life could be redeemed my good heart's blood should redeem it.For death is better for a man than to live the life of a beast.When the ring of subjection leads him to mighty trouble and outrage,And he sees lions whom the paws of assailing hyenas seize.But the fault is in the time: but for its ill luck character would not miss its place:If the time were upright, then would the conditions of men be upright in it.

Ghassan is my noble kindred, and Seruj my ancient land:There my home was like the sun in splendor and mighty rank;And my dwelling was as paradise in sweetness and pleasantness and worth.Oh, excellent were the life I led there and the plenteous delights,In the day that I drew my broidered robe in its meadow, sharp of purpose,I walked proudly in the mantle of youth and looked upon goodly pleasures;Fearing not the visitations of time and its evil haps.Now if grief could kill, surely I should perish from my abiding griefs;Or if past life could be redeemed my good heart's blood should redeem it.For death is better for a man than to live the life of a beast.When the ring of subjection leads him to mighty trouble and outrage,And he sees lions whom the paws of assailing hyenas seize.But the fault is in the time: but for its ill luck character would not miss its place:If the time were upright, then would the conditions of men be upright in it.

Ghassan is my noble kindred, and Seruj my ancient land:

There my home was like the sun in splendor and mighty rank;

And my dwelling was as paradise in sweetness and pleasantness and worth.

Oh, excellent were the life I led there and the plenteous delights,

In the day that I drew my broidered robe in its meadow, sharp of purpose,

I walked proudly in the mantle of youth and looked upon goodly pleasures;

Fearing not the visitations of time and its evil haps.

Now if grief could kill, surely I should perish from my abiding griefs;

Or if past life could be redeemed my good heart's blood should redeem it.

For death is better for a man than to live the life of a beast.

When the ring of subjection leads him to mighty trouble and outrage,

And he sees lions whom the paws of assailing hyenas seize.

But the fault is in the time: but for its ill luck character would not miss its place:

If the time were upright, then would the conditions of men be upright in it.

After this his story reached the Governor, who filled his mouth with pearls, and bade him join himself to his followers, and preside over his court of public writing. But the gifts sufficed him, and unwillingness restrained him from office. Said the narrator: Now I had recognized the wood of his tree before the ripening of his fruit: And I had nigh roused the people to the loftiness of his worth before that his full moon shone forth. But he hinted to me by a twinkle of his eyelid that I should not bare his sword from its sheath. And when he was going forth, full of purse, and parting from us, having gotten victory, I escorted him, performing the duty of respect, and chiding him for his refusal of office. But he turned away with a smile and recited with a chant:

Sure to traverse the lands in poverty is dearer to me than rank:For in rulers there is caprice and fault-finding, oh what fault-finding!There is none of them who completes his good work, or who builds up where has laid foundation.So let not the glare of the mirage beguile thee; undertake not that which is doubtful:For how many a dreamer has his dream made joyful; but fear has come upon him when he waked.

Sure to traverse the lands in poverty is dearer to me than rank:For in rulers there is caprice and fault-finding, oh what fault-finding!There is none of them who completes his good work, or who builds up where has laid foundation.So let not the glare of the mirage beguile thee; undertake not that which is doubtful:For how many a dreamer has his dream made joyful; but fear has come upon him when he waked.

Sure to traverse the lands in poverty is dearer to me than rank:For in rulers there is caprice and fault-finding, oh what fault-finding!There is none of them who completes his good work, or who builds up where has laid foundation.So let not the glare of the mirage beguile thee; undertake not that which is doubtful:For how many a dreamer has his dream made joyful; but fear has come upon him when he waked.

Sure to traverse the lands in poverty is dearer to me than rank:

For in rulers there is caprice and fault-finding, oh what fault-finding!

There is none of them who completes his good work, or who builds up where has laid foundation.

So let not the glare of the mirage beguile thee; undertake not that which is doubtful:

For how many a dreamer has his dream made joyful; but fear has come upon him when he waked.

Al Harith, son of Hammam, related: I had determined on journeying from Barak'id; but now I noted the signs of the coming feast, and I disliked to set forth from the city until I had witnessed there the day of adornment. So when it came on with its rites, bounden or of free will, and brought up its horsemen and footmen, I followed the tradition in new apparel, and went forth with the people to keep festival. Now when the congregation of the prayer-court was gathered and ranged, and the crowding took men's breath, there appeared an old man in a pair of cloaks, and his eyes were closed: and he bore on his arm what was like a horse-bag, and had for a guide an old woman like a goblin. Then he stopped, as stops one tottering to sink, and greeted with the greeting of him whose voice is feeble. And when he had made an end of his salutation he circled his five fingers in his wallet, and brought forth scraps of paper that had been written on with colors of dyes in the season of leisure, and gave them to his old beldame, bidding her to detect each simple one. So whenever she perceived of any that his hand was moist in bounty, she cast one of the papers before him. Said Al Harith: Now cursed fate allotted to me a scrap whereon was written:

Sure I have become crushed with pains and fears;Tried by the proud one, the crafty, the assailer,By the traitor among my brethren, who hates me for my need,By jading from those who work to undo my toils.How oft do I burn through spites and penury and wandering;How oft do I tramp in shabby garb, thought of by none.Oh, would that fortune when it wronged me had slain my babes!For were not my cubs torments to me and ills,I would not have addressed my hopes to kin or lord:Nor would I draw my skirts along the track of abasement.For my garret would be more seemly for me, and my rags more honorable.Now is there a generous man who will see that the lightening of my loads must be by a denar;Or will quench the heat of my anxiety by a shirt and trousers?

Sure I have become crushed with pains and fears;Tried by the proud one, the crafty, the assailer,By the traitor among my brethren, who hates me for my need,By jading from those who work to undo my toils.How oft do I burn through spites and penury and wandering;How oft do I tramp in shabby garb, thought of by none.Oh, would that fortune when it wronged me had slain my babes!For were not my cubs torments to me and ills,I would not have addressed my hopes to kin or lord:Nor would I draw my skirts along the track of abasement.For my garret would be more seemly for me, and my rags more honorable.Now is there a generous man who will see that the lightening of my loads must be by a denar;Or will quench the heat of my anxiety by a shirt and trousers?

Sure I have become crushed with pains and fears;Tried by the proud one, the crafty, the assailer,By the traitor among my brethren, who hates me for my need,By jading from those who work to undo my toils.How oft do I burn through spites and penury and wandering;How oft do I tramp in shabby garb, thought of by none.Oh, would that fortune when it wronged me had slain my babes!For were not my cubs torments to me and ills,I would not have addressed my hopes to kin or lord:Nor would I draw my skirts along the track of abasement.For my garret would be more seemly for me, and my rags more honorable.Now is there a generous man who will see that the lightening of my loads must be by a denar;Or will quench the heat of my anxiety by a shirt and trousers?

Sure I have become crushed with pains and fears;

Tried by the proud one, the crafty, the assailer,

By the traitor among my brethren, who hates me for my need,

By jading from those who work to undo my toils.

How oft do I burn through spites and penury and wandering;

How oft do I tramp in shabby garb, thought of by none.

Oh, would that fortune when it wronged me had slain my babes!

For were not my cubs torments to me and ills,

I would not have addressed my hopes to kin or lord:

Nor would I draw my skirts along the track of abasement.

For my garret would be more seemly for me, and my rags more honorable.

Now is there a generous man who will see that the lightening of my loads must be by a denar;

Or will quench the heat of my anxiety by a shirt and trousers?

Said Al Harith, son of Hammam: Now when I had looked on the garb of the verses, I longed for a knowledge of him who wove it, the broiderer of its pattern. And my thought whispered to me that the way to him was through the old woman, and advised me that a fee to an informer is lawful. So I watched her, and she was wending through the rows, row by row, begging a dole of the hands, hand by hand. But not at all did the trouble prosper her; no purse shed aught upon her palm. Wherefore when her soliciting was baffled, and her circuit wearied her, she commended herself to God with the "Return," and addressed herself to collect the scraps of paper. But the devil madeher forget the scrap that I held, and she turned not aside to my spot: but went back to the old man weeping at the denial, complaining of the oppression of the time. And he said, "In God's hands I am, to God I commit my case; there is no strength or power but by God," then he recited:

There remains not any pure, not any sincere; not a spring, not a helper:But of baseness there is one level; not any is trusty, not any of worth.

There remains not any pure, not any sincere; not a spring, not a helper:But of baseness there is one level; not any is trusty, not any of worth.

There remains not any pure, not any sincere; not a spring, not a helper:But of baseness there is one level; not any is trusty, not any of worth.

There remains not any pure, not any sincere; not a spring, not a helper:

But of baseness there is one level; not any is trusty, not any of worth.

Then said he to her, "Cheer thy soul and promise it good; collect the papers and count them." She said, "Truly I counted them when I asked them back, and I found that one of them the hand of loss had seized." He said, "Perdition on thee, wretch; shall we be hindered, alas, both of the prey and the net, both of the brand and the wick? Surely this is a new handful to the load." Then did the old woman hasten back, retracing her path to seek her scroll; and when she drew near to me I put with the paper a dirhem and a mite, and said to her, "If thou hast a fondness for the polished, the engraved (and I pointed to the dirhem), show me the secret, the obscure; but if thou willest not to explain, take then the mite and begone." Then she inclined to the getting of that whole full moon, the bright-faced, the large. So she said, "Quit contention and ask what thou wilt." Whereupon I asked her of the old man and his country, of the poem, and of him who wove its mantle. She said, "Truly, the old man is of the people of Seruj, and he it was who broidered that woven poem." Then she snatched the dirhem with the snatch of a hawk, and shot away as shoots the darting arrow. But it troubled my heart that perchance it was Abu Zayd who was indicated, and my grief kindled at his mishap with his eyes. And I should have preferred to have gone suddenly on him and talked to him, that I might test the quality of my discernment upon him. But I was unable to come to him save by treading on the necks of the congregation, a thing forbidden in the law; and, moreover, I was unwilling that people should be annoyed by me, orthat blame should arrive to me. So I cleaved to my place, but made his form the fetter of my sight, until the sermon was ended, and to leap to him was lawful. Then I went briskly to him and examined him in spite of the closing of his eyelids. And, lo! my shrewdness was as the shrewdness of Ibn 'Abbas, and my discernment as the discernment of Iyas. So at once I made myself known, and presented him with one of my tunics, and bade him to my bread. And he was joyful at my bounty and recognition, and acceded to the call to my loaves; and he set forth, and my hand was his leading cord, my shadow his conductor; and the old woman was the third prop of the pot; yes, by the Watcher from whom no secret is hidden! Now, when he had taken seat in my nest, and I had set before him what hasty meal was in my power, he said, "Harith, is there with us a third?" I said, "There is none but the old woman." He said, "From her no secret is withheld." Then he opened his eyes and stared round with the twin balls, and, lo! the two lights of his face kindled like the Farkadan. And I was joyful at the safety of his sight, but marveled at the strangeness of his ways. Nor did quiet possess me, nor did patience fit with me, until I asked him, "What led thee to feign blindness; thou, with thy journeying in desolate places, and thy traversing of wildernesses, and thy pushing into far lands?" But he made show as if his mouth were full, and kept as though busied with his meal, until, when he had fulfilled his need, he sharpened his look upon me and recited:

Since Time (and he is the father of mankind) makes himself blind to the right in his purposes and aims,I too have assumed blindness, so as to be called a brother of it. What wonder that one should match himself with his father!

Since Time (and he is the father of mankind) makes himself blind to the right in his purposes and aims,I too have assumed blindness, so as to be called a brother of it. What wonder that one should match himself with his father!

Since Time (and he is the father of mankind) makes himself blind to the right in his purposes and aims,I too have assumed blindness, so as to be called a brother of it. What wonder that one should match himself with his father!

Since Time (and he is the father of mankind) makes himself blind to the right in his purposes and aims,

I too have assumed blindness, so as to be called a brother of it. What wonder that one should match himself with his father!

Then said he to me,"Rise, and go to the closet, and fetch me alkali that may clear the eye, and clean the hand, and soften the skin, and perfume the breath, and brace the gums, and strengthen the stomach: and let it be clean of box, fragrant of odor, new of pounding, delicate of powdering; so that one touching it shall count it to be eye-paint, and one smelling it shall fancy it to be camphor. And join with it a toothpick choice in material, delightful in use, goodly in shape, that invites to the repast: and let it have the slimness of a lover, and the polish of a sword, and the sharpness of the lance of war, and the pliancy of a green bough." Said Al Harith: Then I rose to do what he bade that I might rid him of the trace of his food; and thought not that he purposed to deceive by sending me into the closet; nor suspected that he was mocking of his messenger when he called for the alkali and toothpick. But when I returned with what was asked for, in less than the drawing of a breath, I found that the hall was empty, and that the old man and woman had sped away. Then was I extreme in anger at his deceit, and I pressed on his track in search of him; but he was as one who is sunk in the sea, or has been borne aloft to the clouds of heaven.

Al Harith, son of Hammam, related: Among the wonders of time, I saw that two suitors came before the Kadi of Ma'arrat an No'man. From the one of them the two excellencies of life had departed, while the other was as abough of the ben tree. And the old man said: God strengthen the judge, as by him he strengthens whoever seeks judgment. Behold I had a slave girl, elegant of shape, smooth of cheek, patient to labor; at one time she ambled like a good steed, at another she slept quietly in her bed: even in July thou wouldst feel her touch to be cool. She had understanding and discretion, sharpness and wit, a hand with fingers, but a mouth without teeth: yet did she pique as with tongue of snake, and saunter in training robe; and she was displayed in blackness and whiteness; and she drank, but not from cisterns. She was now truth-telling, now beguiling; now hiding, now peeping forth; yet fitted for employment, obedient in poverty and in wealth: if thou didst spurn she showed affection, but if thou didst put her from thee, she remained quietly apart. Generally would she serve thee, and be courteous to thee, though sometimes she might be froward to thee and pain thee, and trouble thee. Now this youth asked her service of me for a purpose of his own, and I made her his servant, without reward, on the condition that he should enjoy the use of her, but not burden her with more than she could bear. But he forced on her too hard a work, and exacted of her long labor; then returned her to me broken in health, offering a compensation which I accept not.

Then said the youth: Sure the old man is more truthful than the Kata: but as for my hurting her it fell out by mistake. And now have I pledged to him in payment of his damage, a slave23of mine, of equal birth as regards either kin,tracing his lineage to Al Kayn, free from stain and disgrace, whose place was the apple of his master's eye. He showed forth kindness, and called up admiration; he nourished mankind, and set guard on his tongue. If he was placed in power he was generous, if he marked aught for his own he was noble with it; if he was supplied he gave of his supply, and when he was asked for more he added. He stayed not in the house, and rarely visited his wives, save two by two. He was generous with his possession, he was lofty in his bounty; he kept with his spouse although she was not of his own clay; and there was pleasure in his comeliness, although he was not desired for his effeminacy.

Then said to them the Kadi, "Now either explain or depart." Then pressed forward the lad, and said:

He lent me a needle to darn my rags, which use has worn and blackened;And its eye broke in my hand by chance, as I drew the thread through it.But the old man would not forgive me the paying for it when he saw that it was spoiled;But said, "Give me a needle like it, or a price, after thou hast mended it."And he keeps mykohl-pencil by him as a pledge: oh, the shame that he has gotten by so doing:For my eye is dry through giving him this pledge; my hand fails to ransom its anointer.Now by this statement fathom the depth of my misery and pity one unused to bear it.

He lent me a needle to darn my rags, which use has worn and blackened;And its eye broke in my hand by chance, as I drew the thread through it.But the old man would not forgive me the paying for it when he saw that it was spoiled;But said, "Give me a needle like it, or a price, after thou hast mended it."And he keeps mykohl-pencil by him as a pledge: oh, the shame that he has gotten by so doing:For my eye is dry through giving him this pledge; my hand fails to ransom its anointer.Now by this statement fathom the depth of my misery and pity one unused to bear it.

He lent me a needle to darn my rags, which use has worn and blackened;And its eye broke in my hand by chance, as I drew the thread through it.But the old man would not forgive me the paying for it when he saw that it was spoiled;But said, "Give me a needle like it, or a price, after thou hast mended it."And he keeps mykohl-pencil by him as a pledge: oh, the shame that he has gotten by so doing:For my eye is dry through giving him this pledge; my hand fails to ransom its anointer.Now by this statement fathom the depth of my misery and pity one unused to bear it.

He lent me a needle to darn my rags, which use has worn and blackened;

And its eye broke in my hand by chance, as I drew the thread through it.

But the old man would not forgive me the paying for it when he saw that it was spoiled;

But said, "Give me a needle like it, or a price, after thou hast mended it."

And he keeps mykohl-pencil by him as a pledge: oh, the shame that he has gotten by so doing:

For my eye is dry through giving him this pledge; my hand fails to ransom its anointer.

Now by this statement fathom the depth of my misery and pity one unused to bear it.

Then turned the Kadi to the old man, and said "Come, speak without glozing." and he said:

I swear by the holy place of sacrifice, and the devout whom the slope of Mina brings together;If the time had been my helper, thou wouldst not have seen me taking in pledge the pencil which he has pledged to me.Nor would I bring myself to seek a substitute for a needle that he had spoiled; no, nor the price of it.But the bow of calamities shoots at me with deadly arrows from here and there:And to know my condition is to know his; misery, and distress, and exile, and sickness.Fortune has put us on a level: I am his like in misery, and he is as I.He can not ransom his pencil now that it lies pledged in my hand:And, through the narrowness of my own means, it is not within my bounds to forgive him for his offending.Now this is my tale and his: so look upon us, and judge between us, and pity us.

I swear by the holy place of sacrifice, and the devout whom the slope of Mina brings together;If the time had been my helper, thou wouldst not have seen me taking in pledge the pencil which he has pledged to me.Nor would I bring myself to seek a substitute for a needle that he had spoiled; no, nor the price of it.But the bow of calamities shoots at me with deadly arrows from here and there:And to know my condition is to know his; misery, and distress, and exile, and sickness.Fortune has put us on a level: I am his like in misery, and he is as I.He can not ransom his pencil now that it lies pledged in my hand:And, through the narrowness of my own means, it is not within my bounds to forgive him for his offending.Now this is my tale and his: so look upon us, and judge between us, and pity us.

I swear by the holy place of sacrifice, and the devout whom the slope of Mina brings together;If the time had been my helper, thou wouldst not have seen me taking in pledge the pencil which he has pledged to me.Nor would I bring myself to seek a substitute for a needle that he had spoiled; no, nor the price of it.But the bow of calamities shoots at me with deadly arrows from here and there:And to know my condition is to know his; misery, and distress, and exile, and sickness.Fortune has put us on a level: I am his like in misery, and he is as I.He can not ransom his pencil now that it lies pledged in my hand:And, through the narrowness of my own means, it is not within my bounds to forgive him for his offending.Now this is my tale and his: so look upon us, and judge between us, and pity us.

I swear by the holy place of sacrifice, and the devout whom the slope of Mina brings together;

If the time had been my helper, thou wouldst not have seen me taking in pledge the pencil which he has pledged to me.

Nor would I bring myself to seek a substitute for a needle that he had spoiled; no, nor the price of it.

But the bow of calamities shoots at me with deadly arrows from here and there:

And to know my condition is to know his; misery, and distress, and exile, and sickness.

Fortune has put us on a level: I am his like in misery, and he is as I.

He can not ransom his pencil now that it lies pledged in my hand:

And, through the narrowness of my own means, it is not within my bounds to forgive him for his offending.

Now this is my tale and his: so look upon us, and judge between us, and pity us.

Now when the Kadi had learned their stories, and was aware of their penury and their distinction, he took out for them a denar from under his prayer-cushion, and said, "With this end and decide your contention." But the old man caught it before the youth, and claimed the whole of it in earnest, not in jest, saying to the youth, "Half is mine as my share of the bounty, and thy share is mine, in payment for my needle: nor do I swerve from justice, so come and take thy pencil." Now there fell on the youth, at the words of the old man, a sadness at which the heart of the Kadi grew sullen, stirring its sorrow for the lost denar. Yet did he cheer the concern of the youth and his anguish by a few dirhems which he doled to him. Then he said to the two, "Avoid transactions, and put away disputes, and come not before me with wranglings, for I have no purse of fine-money for you." And they rose to go out from him, rejoicing at his gift, fluent in his praise. But as for the Kadi, his ill-humor subsided not after his stone had dripped; his sad look cleared not away after his rock had oozed. But when he recovered from his fit he turned to his attendants, and said, "My perception is imbued with the thought, and my guess announces to me, that these are practisers of craft, not suitors in a claim: but what is the way to fathom them, and to draw forth their secret?" Then said to him the Knowing One of hisassemblage, the Light of his following: "Surely the discovery of what they hide must be through themselves." So he bade an attendant follow them and bring them back; and when they stood before him he said to them, "Tell me truly your camel's age: so shall ye be secure from the consequence of your deceit." Then did the lad shrink back and ask for pardon; but the old man stepped forward and said:

I am the Seruji and this is my son; and the cub at the proving is like the lion.Now never has his hand nor mine done wrong in matter of needle or pencil:But only fortune, the harming, the hostile, has brought us to this, that we came forth to begOf each one whose palm is moist, whose spring is sweet; of each whose palm is close, whose hand is fettered;By every art, and with every aim: by earnest, if it prosper, and if not, by jest.That we may draw forth a drop for our thirsty lot, and consume our life in wretched victual.And afterward Death is on the watch for us: if he fall not on us to-day he will fall to-morrow.

I am the Seruji and this is my son; and the cub at the proving is like the lion.Now never has his hand nor mine done wrong in matter of needle or pencil:But only fortune, the harming, the hostile, has brought us to this, that we came forth to begOf each one whose palm is moist, whose spring is sweet; of each whose palm is close, whose hand is fettered;By every art, and with every aim: by earnest, if it prosper, and if not, by jest.That we may draw forth a drop for our thirsty lot, and consume our life in wretched victual.And afterward Death is on the watch for us: if he fall not on us to-day he will fall to-morrow.

I am the Seruji and this is my son; and the cub at the proving is like the lion.Now never has his hand nor mine done wrong in matter of needle or pencil:But only fortune, the harming, the hostile, has brought us to this, that we came forth to begOf each one whose palm is moist, whose spring is sweet; of each whose palm is close, whose hand is fettered;By every art, and with every aim: by earnest, if it prosper, and if not, by jest.That we may draw forth a drop for our thirsty lot, and consume our life in wretched victual.And afterward Death is on the watch for us: if he fall not on us to-day he will fall to-morrow.

I am the Seruji and this is my son; and the cub at the proving is like the lion.

Now never has his hand nor mine done wrong in matter of needle or pencil:

But only fortune, the harming, the hostile, has brought us to this, that we came forth to beg

Of each one whose palm is moist, whose spring is sweet; of each whose palm is close, whose hand is fettered;

By every art, and with every aim: by earnest, if it prosper, and if not, by jest.

That we may draw forth a drop for our thirsty lot, and consume our life in wretched victual.

And afterward Death is on the watch for us: if he fall not on us to-day he will fall to-morrow.

Then said the Kadi to him, "Oh rare! how admirable are the breathings of thy mouth; well done! should I say of thee, were it not for the guile that is in thee. Now know that I am of those that warn thee, and will beware of thee. So act not again deceitfully with judges, but fear the might of those who bear rule. For not every minister will excuse, and not at every season will speech be listened to." Then the old man promised to follow his counsel, and to abstain from disguising his character. And he departed from the Kadi's presence, while the guile beamed from his forehead. Said Al Harith, son of Hammam: Now I never saw aught more wonderful than these things in the changes of my journeys, nor read aught like them in the records of books.

Al Harith, son of Hammam, related: The liveliness of youth and the desire of gain sped me on until I had traversed all that is between Farghanah and Ghanah. And I dived into depths to gather fruits, and plunged into perils to reach my needs. Now I had caught from the lips of the learned, and understood from the commandments of the wise, that it behooves the well-bred, the sagacious, when he enters a strange city, to conciliate its Kadi and possess himself of his favor: that his back may be strengthened in litigation, that he may be secure in a strange land from the wrong of the powerful. So I took this doctrine as my guide and made it the leading-cord to my advantages. And I entered not a city, I went not into a lair, but I mingled myself with its judge as water is mingled with wine, and strengthened myself by his patronage as bodies are strengthened by souls. Now while I was in presence of the judge of Alexandria one cold evening, and he had brought out the alms-money to divide it among the needy, behold there entered an ill-looking old man whom a young matron dragged along. And she said: God strengthen the Kadi and through him make concord to be lasting: know that I am a woman of stock the most noble, of root the most pure, of mother's and father's kin the most honorable: my character is moderation, my disposition is contentment; my nature is to be a goodly help-meet; between me and my neighbors is a wide difference. Now whenever there wooed me any who had built up honor or were lords of wealth my father silenced and chid them and misliked their suit and their gift: making plea that he had covenanted with God Most High that he would not ally himself save with the master of a handicraft. Then did Providence destine for my calamity and pain that this deceiver should present himself in my father's hall; and swear among his people that he fulfilled his condition: asserting that long time he had strung pearl to pearl and sold them for great price. Then was my father deceived by the gilding of his falsehood, and married me to him before proving his condition. And when he had drawn me forth from my covert, and carried me away from my people, and removed me to his habitation, and brought me under his bond, I found him slothful, a sluggard; I discovered him to be a lie-a-bed, a slumberer. Now I had come to him with apparel and goodly show, with furniture and affluence. But he ceased not to sell it in a losing market and to squander the price in greedy feeding, until he had altogether destroyed whatever was mine, and spent my property on his need. So when he had made to me to forget the taste of rest and left my house cleaner than my hand's palm, I said to him, "Sir, know that there is no concealment after distress, no perfume after the wedding. Rise up then to gain something by thy trade, to gather the fruit of thy skill." But he declared that his trade had been struck with slackness through the violence that was abroad in the earth. Also I have a boy by him, thin as atoothpick: neither of us gets a fill by him, and through hunger our weeping to him ceases not. So I have brought him to thee and set him before thee, that thou mayest test the substance of his assertion, and decide between us as God shall show thee.

Then turned the Kadi to him and said: "Thou hast heard thy wife's story; now testify of thyself: else will I discover thy deceit and bid thy imprisonment." But he looked down as looks the serpent; then girt up his garment for a long strife, and said:

Hear my story, for it is a wonder; there is laughter in its tale, and there is wailing.I am a man on whose qualities there is no blame, neither is there suspicion on his glory.Seruj is my home where I was born, and my stock is Ghassan when I trace my lineage:And study is my business; to dive deep in learning is my pursuit; and, oh! how excellent a seeking.And my capital is the magic of speech, out of which are molded both verse and prose.I dive into the deep of eloquence, and from it I choose the pearls and select them:I cull of speech the ripe fruit and the new; while another gathers but firing of the wood:I take the phrase of silver, and when I have molded it men say that it is gold.Now formerly I drew forth wealth by the learning I had gotten; I milked by it:And my foot's sole in its dignity mounted to ranges above which were no higher steps.Oft were the presents brought in pomp to my dwelling, but I accepted not every one who gave.But to-day learning is the chattel of slackest sale in the market of him on whom hope depends.The honor of its sons is not respected; neither are relationship and alliance with them regarded.It is as though they were corpses in their courtyards, from whose stench men withdraw and turn aside.Now my heart is confounded through my trial by the times; strange is their changing.The stretch of my arm is straitened through the straitness of my hand's means; cares and grief assail me.And my fortune, the blameworthy, has led me to the paths of that which honor deems base.For I sold until there remained to me not a mat nor household goods to which I might turn.So I indebted myself until I had burdened my neck by the carrying of a debt such that ruin had been lighter.Then five days I wrapped my entrails upon hunger; but when the hunger scorched me,I could see no goods except her outfit, in the selling of which I might go about and bestir myself.So I went about with it; but my soul was loathing, and my eye tearful, and my heart saddened.But when I made free with it, I passed not the bound of her consent, that her wrath should rise against me.And if what angers her be her fancying that it was my fingers that should make gain by stringing;Or that when I purposed to woo her I tinseled my speech that my need might prosper:I swear by him to whose Ka'beh the companies journey when the fleet camels speed them onward,That deceit toward chaste ladies is not of my nature, nor are glozing and lying my badge.Since I was reared naught has attached to my hand save the swiftly moving reeds and the books:For it is my wit that strings necklaces, not my hand; what is strung is my poetry, and not chaplets.And this is the craft I meant as that by which I gathered and gained.So give ear to my explaining, as thou hast given ear to her; and show respect to neither, but judge as is due.

Hear my story, for it is a wonder; there is laughter in its tale, and there is wailing.I am a man on whose qualities there is no blame, neither is there suspicion on his glory.Seruj is my home where I was born, and my stock is Ghassan when I trace my lineage:And study is my business; to dive deep in learning is my pursuit; and, oh! how excellent a seeking.And my capital is the magic of speech, out of which are molded both verse and prose.I dive into the deep of eloquence, and from it I choose the pearls and select them:I cull of speech the ripe fruit and the new; while another gathers but firing of the wood:I take the phrase of silver, and when I have molded it men say that it is gold.Now formerly I drew forth wealth by the learning I had gotten; I milked by it:And my foot's sole in its dignity mounted to ranges above which were no higher steps.Oft were the presents brought in pomp to my dwelling, but I accepted not every one who gave.But to-day learning is the chattel of slackest sale in the market of him on whom hope depends.The honor of its sons is not respected; neither are relationship and alliance with them regarded.It is as though they were corpses in their courtyards, from whose stench men withdraw and turn aside.Now my heart is confounded through my trial by the times; strange is their changing.The stretch of my arm is straitened through the straitness of my hand's means; cares and grief assail me.And my fortune, the blameworthy, has led me to the paths of that which honor deems base.For I sold until there remained to me not a mat nor household goods to which I might turn.So I indebted myself until I had burdened my neck by the carrying of a debt such that ruin had been lighter.Then five days I wrapped my entrails upon hunger; but when the hunger scorched me,I could see no goods except her outfit, in the selling of which I might go about and bestir myself.So I went about with it; but my soul was loathing, and my eye tearful, and my heart saddened.But when I made free with it, I passed not the bound of her consent, that her wrath should rise against me.And if what angers her be her fancying that it was my fingers that should make gain by stringing;Or that when I purposed to woo her I tinseled my speech that my need might prosper:I swear by him to whose Ka'beh the companies journey when the fleet camels speed them onward,That deceit toward chaste ladies is not of my nature, nor are glozing and lying my badge.Since I was reared naught has attached to my hand save the swiftly moving reeds and the books:For it is my wit that strings necklaces, not my hand; what is strung is my poetry, and not chaplets.And this is the craft I meant as that by which I gathered and gained.So give ear to my explaining, as thou hast given ear to her; and show respect to neither, but judge as is due.

Hear my story, for it is a wonder; there is laughter in its tale, and there is wailing.I am a man on whose qualities there is no blame, neither is there suspicion on his glory.Seruj is my home where I was born, and my stock is Ghassan when I trace my lineage:And study is my business; to dive deep in learning is my pursuit; and, oh! how excellent a seeking.And my capital is the magic of speech, out of which are molded both verse and prose.I dive into the deep of eloquence, and from it I choose the pearls and select them:I cull of speech the ripe fruit and the new; while another gathers but firing of the wood:I take the phrase of silver, and when I have molded it men say that it is gold.Now formerly I drew forth wealth by the learning I had gotten; I milked by it:And my foot's sole in its dignity mounted to ranges above which were no higher steps.Oft were the presents brought in pomp to my dwelling, but I accepted not every one who gave.But to-day learning is the chattel of slackest sale in the market of him on whom hope depends.The honor of its sons is not respected; neither are relationship and alliance with them regarded.It is as though they were corpses in their courtyards, from whose stench men withdraw and turn aside.Now my heart is confounded through my trial by the times; strange is their changing.The stretch of my arm is straitened through the straitness of my hand's means; cares and grief assail me.And my fortune, the blameworthy, has led me to the paths of that which honor deems base.For I sold until there remained to me not a mat nor household goods to which I might turn.So I indebted myself until I had burdened my neck by the carrying of a debt such that ruin had been lighter.Then five days I wrapped my entrails upon hunger; but when the hunger scorched me,I could see no goods except her outfit, in the selling of which I might go about and bestir myself.So I went about with it; but my soul was loathing, and my eye tearful, and my heart saddened.But when I made free with it, I passed not the bound of her consent, that her wrath should rise against me.And if what angers her be her fancying that it was my fingers that should make gain by stringing;Or that when I purposed to woo her I tinseled my speech that my need might prosper:I swear by him to whose Ka'beh the companies journey when the fleet camels speed them onward,That deceit toward chaste ladies is not of my nature, nor are glozing and lying my badge.Since I was reared naught has attached to my hand save the swiftly moving reeds and the books:For it is my wit that strings necklaces, not my hand; what is strung is my poetry, and not chaplets.And this is the craft I meant as that by which I gathered and gained.So give ear to my explaining, as thou hast given ear to her; and show respect to neither, but judge as is due.

Hear my story, for it is a wonder; there is laughter in its tale, and there is wailing.

I am a man on whose qualities there is no blame, neither is there suspicion on his glory.

Seruj is my home where I was born, and my stock is Ghassan when I trace my lineage:

And study is my business; to dive deep in learning is my pursuit; and, oh! how excellent a seeking.

And my capital is the magic of speech, out of which are molded both verse and prose.

I dive into the deep of eloquence, and from it I choose the pearls and select them:

I cull of speech the ripe fruit and the new; while another gathers but firing of the wood:

I take the phrase of silver, and when I have molded it men say that it is gold.

Now formerly I drew forth wealth by the learning I had gotten; I milked by it:

And my foot's sole in its dignity mounted to ranges above which were no higher steps.

Oft were the presents brought in pomp to my dwelling, but I accepted not every one who gave.

But to-day learning is the chattel of slackest sale in the market of him on whom hope depends.

The honor of its sons is not respected; neither are relationship and alliance with them regarded.

It is as though they were corpses in their courtyards, from whose stench men withdraw and turn aside.

Now my heart is confounded through my trial by the times; strange is their changing.

The stretch of my arm is straitened through the straitness of my hand's means; cares and grief assail me.

And my fortune, the blameworthy, has led me to the paths of that which honor deems base.

For I sold until there remained to me not a mat nor household goods to which I might turn.

So I indebted myself until I had burdened my neck by the carrying of a debt such that ruin had been lighter.

Then five days I wrapped my entrails upon hunger; but when the hunger scorched me,

I could see no goods except her outfit, in the selling of which I might go about and bestir myself.

So I went about with it; but my soul was loathing, and my eye tearful, and my heart saddened.

But when I made free with it, I passed not the bound of her consent, that her wrath should rise against me.

And if what angers her be her fancying that it was my fingers that should make gain by stringing;

Or that when I purposed to woo her I tinseled my speech that my need might prosper:

I swear by him to whose Ka'beh the companies journey when the fleet camels speed them onward,

That deceit toward chaste ladies is not of my nature, nor are glozing and lying my badge.

Since I was reared naught has attached to my hand save the swiftly moving reeds and the books:

For it is my wit that strings necklaces, not my hand; what is strung is my poetry, and not chaplets.

And this is the craft I meant as that by which I gathered and gained.

So give ear to my explaining, as thou hast given ear to her; and show respect to neither, but judge as is due.

Now when he had completed the structure of his story and perfected his recitation, the Kadi turned to the young woman, being heart-struck at the verses, and said, now that it is settled among all judges and those who bear authority that the race of the generous is perished, and that the times incline to the niggardly. Now I imagine that thy husband is truthful in his speech, free from blame. For lo! he has acknowledged the debt to thee, and spoken the clear truth; he has given proof that he can string verses, and it is plain that he is bared to the bone. Now to vex him who shows excuse is baseness, to imprison the destitute is a sin: to conceal poverty is self-denial, to await relief with patience is devotion. So return to thy chamber and pardon the master of thy virginity: refrain from thy sharpness of tongue and submit to the will of thy Lord. Then in the almsgiving he assigned them a portion, and of the dirhems he gave them a pinch; and said to them,"Beguile yourselves with this drop, moisten yourselves with this driblet: and endure against the fraud and the trouble of the time, for 'it may be that God will bring victory or some ordinance from himself.'" Then they arose to go, and on the old man was the joy of one loosed from the bond, and the exulting of one who is in affluence after need.

Said the narrator: Now I knew that he was Abu Zayd in the hour that his son peeped forth and his spouse reviled him: and I went near to declare his versatility and the fruiting of his divers branches. But then I was afraid that the Kadi would hit on his falsehood and the lacking of his tongue, and not see fit, when he knew him, to train him to his bounty. So I forebore from speech with the forbearing of one who doubts, and I folded up mention of him as the roll is folded over the writing: save that when he had departed and had come whither he was to come, I said, "If there were one who would set out on his track, he might bring us the kernel of his story, and what tissues he is spreading forth." Then the Kadi sent one of his trusty ones after him and bade him to spy out of his tidings. But he delayed not to return bounding in, and to come back loudly laughing. Said the Kadi to him, "Well, Abu Maryam!" He said, "I have seen a wonder; I have heard what gives me a thrill." Said the Kadi to him, "What hast thou seen, and what is it thou hast learned?" He said, "Since the old man went forth he has not ceased to clap with his hands and to caper with his feet and to sing with the full of his cheeks:

I was near falling into trouble through an impudent jade;And should have gone to prison but for the Kadi of Alexandria."

I was near falling into trouble through an impudent jade;And should have gone to prison but for the Kadi of Alexandria."

I was near falling into trouble through an impudent jade;And should have gone to prison but for the Kadi of Alexandria."

I was near falling into trouble through an impudent jade;

And should have gone to prison but for the Kadi of Alexandria."

Then the Kadi laughed till his hat fell off, and his composure was lost: but when he returned to gravity and had followed excess by prayer for pardon, he said, "O God, by the sanctity of thy most honored servants, forbid that I should imprison men of letters." Then said he to that trusty one, "Hither with him!" and he set forth earnest in the search; but returned after a while, telling that the man was gone. Then said the Kadi,"Know that if he had been here he should have had no cause to fear, for I would have imparted to him as he deserves; I would have shown him thatthe latter state is better for him than the former." Said Al Harith, son of Hammam, Now, when I saw the leaning of the Kadi toward him, and that yet the fruit of the Kadi's notice was lost to him, there came on me the repentance of Al Farazdak when he put away Nawar, or of Al Kosa'i when the daylight appeared.

Al Harith, son of Hammam, related: The summoning of desire called me to Rahbah, the city of Malik, son of Towk, and I obeyed it, mounted on a fleet camel, and unsheathing an active purpose. Now when I had cast my anchors there, and fastened my ropes, and had gone forth from the bath after shaving my head, I saw a boy cast in the mold of comeliness, and clothed by beauty in the garb of perfection; and an old man was holding on to his sleeve, asserting thathe had slain his son; but the boy denied knowledge of him and was horror-struck at his suspicion; and the contention between them scattered its sparks, and the crowding upon them was made up of good and bad. Now after their quarreling had been excessive, they agreed to refer to the Governor of the town; so they hastened to his court with the speed of Sulayk in his career; and when they were there the old man renewed his charge and claimed help. So the Governor made the boy speak, for the boy had already fascinated him by the graces of his bright brow, and cloven his understanding by the disposition of his forelocks. And the boy said, "It is the lie of a great liar against one who is no blood-shedder, and the slander of a knave against one who is not an assassin." Then said the Governor to the old man, "If two just Moslems testify for thee, well; if not, demand of him the oath." Said the old man, "Surely he struck him down remote from men, and shed his blood when alone; and how can I have a witness, when on the spot there was no beholder? But empower me to dictate an oath that it may appear to thee whether he speaks true or lies." He said to him, "Thou hast authority for that; thou with thy vehement grief for thy slain son." Then said the old man to the boy: "Say, I swear by him who hath adorned foreheads with forelocks, and eyes with their black and white, and eyebrows with separation, and smiling teeth with regularity, and eyelids with languor, and noses with straightness, and cheeks with flame, and mouths with purity, and fingers with softness, and waists with slenderness, that I have not killed thy son by negligence, nor of wilfulness, nor made his head a sheath to my sword; if it be otherwise, may God strike my eyelid with soreness, and my cheek with freckles, and my forelocks with dropping, and my palm-shoot with greenness, and my rose with the ox-eye, and my musk with a foul steam, and my full moon with waning, and my silver with tarnishing, and my rays with the dark."

Then said the boy, "The scorching of affliction be my lot rather than to take such an oath! let me yield to vengeance rather than swear as no one has ever sworn!" But the oldman would naught but make him swallow the oath which he had framed for him, and the draughts which he had bittered. And the dispute ceased not to blaze between them, and the road of concord to be rugged. Now the boy, while thus resisting, captivated the Governor by his motions, and made him covet that he should belong to him; until love subdued his heart and fixed in his breast; and the passion which enslaved him, and the desire which he had imagined tempted him to liberate the boy and then get possession of him, to free him from the noose of the old man, and then catch him himself. So he said to the old man, "Hast thou a mind for that which is more seemly in the stronger and nearer to god-fearing?" He said, "Whither art thou pointing that I should follow and not delay?" He said, "I think it well that thou cease from altercation and be content with a hundred denars, on condition that I take on myself part of it, and collect the rest as may be." Said the old man, "I refuse not; but let there be no failure to thy promise." Then the Governor paid him down twenty and assigned among his attendants the making up of fifty. But the robe of evening grew dim, and from this cause the rain of collection was cut short. Then he said, "Take what is ready and leave disputing; and on me be it to-morrow to accomplish that the rest be doled to thee and reach thee." Said the old man, "I will do this on the condition that I keep close to him to-night, that the pupil of my eye guard him, until when on the dawning of the morn he has made up what remains of the sum of reconciliation, shell may get clear of chick, and he may go guiltless as the wolf went guiltless of the blood of the son of Jacob." Then said to him the Governor, "I think that thou dost not impose what is immoderate or ask what is excessive."

Said Al Harith, son of Hammam: Now when I perceived that the pleadings of the old man were as the pleadings of Ibn Surayj, I knew him to be the Glory of the Serujis: and I delayed until the stars of the darkness glittered, and the knots of the crowd dispersed: and then I sought the Governor's courtyard; and lo! the old man guarding the youth.And I adjured him by God to say whether he was Abu Zayd: he said, "Yes, by him who hath permitted the chase." I said, "Who is this boy, after whom the understanding darts?" He said, "In kin he is my chick, and in making gain my springe." I said, "Wilt thou not be satisfied with the graces of his make, and spare the Governor temptation by his forelock?" He said, "Were it not that his forehead put forth its ringlets, I should not have snatched the fifty." Then he said, "Pass the night near me that we may quench the fire of grief, and give enjoyment its turn after separation. For I have resolved to slip away at dawn, and to burn the Governor's heart with the flame of regret." Said Al Harith, Then I spent the night with him in conversation more pleasant than a garden of flowers, or a woodland of trees: until when the Wolf's Tail lighted the horizon, and the brightening of the daybreak came on in its time, he mounted the back of the highway, and left the Governor to taste burning torment. And he committed to me, in the hour of his departure a paper firmly closed, and said, "Hand it to the Governor when he has been bereft of composure, when he has convinced himself of our flight." But I broke the seal as one who would free himself from a letter of Mutelemmis, and behold there was written in it:

Tell the Governor whom I have left, after my departure, repenting, grieving, biting his hands,That the old man has stolen his money and the young one his heart; and he is scorched in the flame of a double regret.He was generous with his coin when love blinded his eye, and he has ended with losing either.Calm thy grief, O afflicted, for it profits not to seek the traces after the substance is gone.But if what has befallen thee is terrible to thee as the ill-fate of Al Hosayn is terrible to the Moslems;Yet hast thou gotten in exchange for it understanding and caution; and the wise man, the prudent, wishes for these.So henceforth resist desires, and know that the chasing of gazelles is not easy;No, nor does every bird enter the springe, even though it be surrounded by silver.And how many a one who seeks to make a prey becomes a prey himself, and meets with naught but the shoes of Honayn!Now consider well, and forecast not every thundercloud: many a thundercloud may have in it the bolts of death:And cast down thine eye, that thou mayest rest from a passion by which thou wouldest clothe thyself with the garment of infamy and disgrace.For the trouble of man is the following of the soul's desire; and the seed of desire is the longing look of the eye.

Tell the Governor whom I have left, after my departure, repenting, grieving, biting his hands,That the old man has stolen his money and the young one his heart; and he is scorched in the flame of a double regret.He was generous with his coin when love blinded his eye, and he has ended with losing either.Calm thy grief, O afflicted, for it profits not to seek the traces after the substance is gone.But if what has befallen thee is terrible to thee as the ill-fate of Al Hosayn is terrible to the Moslems;Yet hast thou gotten in exchange for it understanding and caution; and the wise man, the prudent, wishes for these.So henceforth resist desires, and know that the chasing of gazelles is not easy;No, nor does every bird enter the springe, even though it be surrounded by silver.And how many a one who seeks to make a prey becomes a prey himself, and meets with naught but the shoes of Honayn!Now consider well, and forecast not every thundercloud: many a thundercloud may have in it the bolts of death:And cast down thine eye, that thou mayest rest from a passion by which thou wouldest clothe thyself with the garment of infamy and disgrace.For the trouble of man is the following of the soul's desire; and the seed of desire is the longing look of the eye.

Tell the Governor whom I have left, after my departure, repenting, grieving, biting his hands,That the old man has stolen his money and the young one his heart; and he is scorched in the flame of a double regret.He was generous with his coin when love blinded his eye, and he has ended with losing either.Calm thy grief, O afflicted, for it profits not to seek the traces after the substance is gone.But if what has befallen thee is terrible to thee as the ill-fate of Al Hosayn is terrible to the Moslems;Yet hast thou gotten in exchange for it understanding and caution; and the wise man, the prudent, wishes for these.So henceforth resist desires, and know that the chasing of gazelles is not easy;No, nor does every bird enter the springe, even though it be surrounded by silver.And how many a one who seeks to make a prey becomes a prey himself, and meets with naught but the shoes of Honayn!Now consider well, and forecast not every thundercloud: many a thundercloud may have in it the bolts of death:And cast down thine eye, that thou mayest rest from a passion by which thou wouldest clothe thyself with the garment of infamy and disgrace.For the trouble of man is the following of the soul's desire; and the seed of desire is the longing look of the eye.

Tell the Governor whom I have left, after my departure, repenting, grieving, biting his hands,

That the old man has stolen his money and the young one his heart; and he is scorched in the flame of a double regret.

He was generous with his coin when love blinded his eye, and he has ended with losing either.

Calm thy grief, O afflicted, for it profits not to seek the traces after the substance is gone.

But if what has befallen thee is terrible to thee as the ill-fate of Al Hosayn is terrible to the Moslems;

Yet hast thou gotten in exchange for it understanding and caution; and the wise man, the prudent, wishes for these.

So henceforth resist desires, and know that the chasing of gazelles is not easy;

No, nor does every bird enter the springe, even though it be surrounded by silver.

And how many a one who seeks to make a prey becomes a prey himself, and meets with naught but the shoes of Honayn!

Now consider well, and forecast not every thundercloud: many a thundercloud may have in it the bolts of death:

And cast down thine eye, that thou mayest rest from a passion by which thou wouldest clothe thyself with the garment of infamy and disgrace.

For the trouble of man is the following of the soul's desire; and the seed of desire is the longing look of the eye.

Said the narrator, But I tore the paper piecemeal, and cared not whether he blamed or pardoned me.

Al Harith, son of Hammam, related: I was aware of hardness of heart while I sojourned at Saweh. So I betook myself to the Tradition handed down, that its cure is by visiting the tombs. And when I had reached the mansion of the dead, the storehouse of moldering remains, I saw an assemblage over a grave that had been dug, and a corpse that was being buried. So I drew aside to them, meditating on the end of man, and calling to mind those of my people whowere gone. And when they had sepulchered the dead, and the crying of Alas! was over, an old man stood forth on high, from a hillock, leaning on a staff. And he had veiled his face with his cloak, and disguised his form for craftiness. And he said:Let those who work, work for an end like this.Now take thought, O yet negligent and gird yourselves, ye slothful, and look well, ye observers. How is it with you that the burying of your fellows grieves you not, and that the pouring in of the mold frightens you not; that ye heed not the visitations of misfortune; that ye prepare not for the going down to your graves; that ye are not moved to tears at the eye that weeps; that ye take not warning at the death-message when it is heard; that ye are not affrighted when an intimate is lost; that ye are not saddened when the mourning assembly is gathered? One of you follows home the dead man's bier, but his heart is set toward his house; and he is present at the burying of his kinsman, but his thought is of securing his portion. He leaves his loved friend with the worms, then retires alone with his pipes and lutes. Ye have sorrowed over your riches, if but a grain were notched away, yet have ye been forgetful of the cutting off of your friends: and ye have been cast down at the befalling of adversity, but have made little of the perishing of your kindred. Ye have laughed at a funeral as ye laughed not in the hour of dancing; ye have walked wantonly behind biers, as ye walked not in the day that ye grasped gifts. Ye have turned from the recital of the mourning women to the preparing of banquets; and from the anguish of the bereaved to daintiness in feastings. Ye care not for him who molders, and ye move not the thought of death in your mind. So that it is as if ye were joined to Death by clientship, or had gotten security from Time, or were confident of your own safety, or had made sure of a peace with the Destroyer of delights. No! it is an ill thing that ye imagine. Again, no! surely ye shall learn. Then he recited:

O thou who claimest understanding; how long, O brother of delusion, wilt thou marshal sin and blame, and err exceeding error?Is not the shame plain to thee? doth not hoariness warn thee? (andin its counsel there is no doubtfulness); nor hath thy hearing become deaf.Is not Death calling thee? doth he not make thee hear his voice? dost thou not fear thy passing away, so as to be wary and anxious?How long wilt thou be bewildered in carelessness, and walk proudly in vanity, and go eagerly to diversion, as if death were not for all?Till when will last thy swerving, and thy delaying to mend habits that unite in thee vices whose every sort shall be collected in thee?If thou anger thy Master thou art not disquieted at it; but if thy scheme be bootless thou burnest with vexation.If the graving of the yellow one gleam to thee thou art joyful; but if the bier pass by thee thou feignest grief, and there is no grief.Thou resistest him who counseleth righteousness; thou art hard in understanding; thou swervest aside: but thou followest the guiding of him who deceiveth, who lieth, who defameth.Thou walkest in the desire of thy soul; thou schemest after money; but thou forgettest the darkness of the grave, and rememberest not what is there.But if true happiness had looked upon thee, thy own look would not have led thee amiss; nor wouldest thou be saddened when the preaching wipeth away griefs.Thou shalt weep blood, not tears, when thou perceivest that no company can protect thee in the Court of Assembling; no kinsman of mother or father.It is as though I could see thee when thou goest down to the vault and divest deep; when thy kinsmen have committed thee to a place narrower than a needle's eye.There is the body stretched out that the worms may devour it, until the coffin-wood is bored through and the bones molder.And afterward there is no escape from that review of souls: since Sirat is prepared; its bridge is stretched over the fire to every one who cometh thither.And how many a guide shall go astray! and how many a great one shall be vile! and how many a learned one shall slip and say, "The business surpasseth."Therefore hasten, O simple one, to that by which the bitter is made sweet; for thy life is now near to decay and thou hast not withdrawn thyself from blame.And rely not on fortune though it be soft, though it be gay: for so wilt thou be found like one deceived by a viper that spitteth venom.And lower thyself from thy loftiness; for death is meeting thee and reaching at thy collar; and he is one who shrinketh not back when he hath purposed.And avoid proud turning away of the cheek if fortune have prospered thee: bridle thy speech if it would run astray; for how happy is he who bridleth it!And relieve the brother of sorrow, and believe him when he speaketh and mend thy ragged conduct; for he hath prospered who mendeth it.And plume him whose plumage hath fallen in calamity great orsmall; and sorrow not at the loss, and be not covetous in amassing.And resist thy base nature, and accustom thy hand to liberality, and listen not to blame for it, and keep thy hand from hoarding.And make provision of good for thy soul, and leave that which will bring on ill, and prepare the ship for thy journey, and dread the deep of the sea.Thus have I given my precepts, friends, and shown as one who showeth clearly: and happy the man who walketh by my doctrines and maketh them his example.

O thou who claimest understanding; how long, O brother of delusion, wilt thou marshal sin and blame, and err exceeding error?Is not the shame plain to thee? doth not hoariness warn thee? (andin its counsel there is no doubtfulness); nor hath thy hearing become deaf.Is not Death calling thee? doth he not make thee hear his voice? dost thou not fear thy passing away, so as to be wary and anxious?How long wilt thou be bewildered in carelessness, and walk proudly in vanity, and go eagerly to diversion, as if death were not for all?Till when will last thy swerving, and thy delaying to mend habits that unite in thee vices whose every sort shall be collected in thee?If thou anger thy Master thou art not disquieted at it; but if thy scheme be bootless thou burnest with vexation.If the graving of the yellow one gleam to thee thou art joyful; but if the bier pass by thee thou feignest grief, and there is no grief.Thou resistest him who counseleth righteousness; thou art hard in understanding; thou swervest aside: but thou followest the guiding of him who deceiveth, who lieth, who defameth.Thou walkest in the desire of thy soul; thou schemest after money; but thou forgettest the darkness of the grave, and rememberest not what is there.But if true happiness had looked upon thee, thy own look would not have led thee amiss; nor wouldest thou be saddened when the preaching wipeth away griefs.Thou shalt weep blood, not tears, when thou perceivest that no company can protect thee in the Court of Assembling; no kinsman of mother or father.It is as though I could see thee when thou goest down to the vault and divest deep; when thy kinsmen have committed thee to a place narrower than a needle's eye.There is the body stretched out that the worms may devour it, until the coffin-wood is bored through and the bones molder.And afterward there is no escape from that review of souls: since Sirat is prepared; its bridge is stretched over the fire to every one who cometh thither.And how many a guide shall go astray! and how many a great one shall be vile! and how many a learned one shall slip and say, "The business surpasseth."Therefore hasten, O simple one, to that by which the bitter is made sweet; for thy life is now near to decay and thou hast not withdrawn thyself from blame.And rely not on fortune though it be soft, though it be gay: for so wilt thou be found like one deceived by a viper that spitteth venom.And lower thyself from thy loftiness; for death is meeting thee and reaching at thy collar; and he is one who shrinketh not back when he hath purposed.And avoid proud turning away of the cheek if fortune have prospered thee: bridle thy speech if it would run astray; for how happy is he who bridleth it!And relieve the brother of sorrow, and believe him when he speaketh and mend thy ragged conduct; for he hath prospered who mendeth it.And plume him whose plumage hath fallen in calamity great orsmall; and sorrow not at the loss, and be not covetous in amassing.And resist thy base nature, and accustom thy hand to liberality, and listen not to blame for it, and keep thy hand from hoarding.And make provision of good for thy soul, and leave that which will bring on ill, and prepare the ship for thy journey, and dread the deep of the sea.Thus have I given my precepts, friends, and shown as one who showeth clearly: and happy the man who walketh by my doctrines and maketh them his example.

O thou who claimest understanding; how long, O brother of delusion, wilt thou marshal sin and blame, and err exceeding error?Is not the shame plain to thee? doth not hoariness warn thee? (andin its counsel there is no doubtfulness); nor hath thy hearing become deaf.Is not Death calling thee? doth he not make thee hear his voice? dost thou not fear thy passing away, so as to be wary and anxious?How long wilt thou be bewildered in carelessness, and walk proudly in vanity, and go eagerly to diversion, as if death were not for all?Till when will last thy swerving, and thy delaying to mend habits that unite in thee vices whose every sort shall be collected in thee?If thou anger thy Master thou art not disquieted at it; but if thy scheme be bootless thou burnest with vexation.If the graving of the yellow one gleam to thee thou art joyful; but if the bier pass by thee thou feignest grief, and there is no grief.Thou resistest him who counseleth righteousness; thou art hard in understanding; thou swervest aside: but thou followest the guiding of him who deceiveth, who lieth, who defameth.Thou walkest in the desire of thy soul; thou schemest after money; but thou forgettest the darkness of the grave, and rememberest not what is there.But if true happiness had looked upon thee, thy own look would not have led thee amiss; nor wouldest thou be saddened when the preaching wipeth away griefs.Thou shalt weep blood, not tears, when thou perceivest that no company can protect thee in the Court of Assembling; no kinsman of mother or father.It is as though I could see thee when thou goest down to the vault and divest deep; when thy kinsmen have committed thee to a place narrower than a needle's eye.There is the body stretched out that the worms may devour it, until the coffin-wood is bored through and the bones molder.And afterward there is no escape from that review of souls: since Sirat is prepared; its bridge is stretched over the fire to every one who cometh thither.And how many a guide shall go astray! and how many a great one shall be vile! and how many a learned one shall slip and say, "The business surpasseth."Therefore hasten, O simple one, to that by which the bitter is made sweet; for thy life is now near to decay and thou hast not withdrawn thyself from blame.And rely not on fortune though it be soft, though it be gay: for so wilt thou be found like one deceived by a viper that spitteth venom.And lower thyself from thy loftiness; for death is meeting thee and reaching at thy collar; and he is one who shrinketh not back when he hath purposed.And avoid proud turning away of the cheek if fortune have prospered thee: bridle thy speech if it would run astray; for how happy is he who bridleth it!And relieve the brother of sorrow, and believe him when he speaketh and mend thy ragged conduct; for he hath prospered who mendeth it.And plume him whose plumage hath fallen in calamity great orsmall; and sorrow not at the loss, and be not covetous in amassing.And resist thy base nature, and accustom thy hand to liberality, and listen not to blame for it, and keep thy hand from hoarding.And make provision of good for thy soul, and leave that which will bring on ill, and prepare the ship for thy journey, and dread the deep of the sea.Thus have I given my precepts, friends, and shown as one who showeth clearly: and happy the man who walketh by my doctrines and maketh them his example.

O thou who claimest understanding; how long, O brother of delusion, wilt thou marshal sin and blame, and err exceeding error?

Is not the shame plain to thee? doth not hoariness warn thee? (andin its counsel there is no doubtfulness); nor hath thy hearing become deaf.

Is not Death calling thee? doth he not make thee hear his voice? dost thou not fear thy passing away, so as to be wary and anxious?

How long wilt thou be bewildered in carelessness, and walk proudly in vanity, and go eagerly to diversion, as if death were not for all?

Till when will last thy swerving, and thy delaying to mend habits that unite in thee vices whose every sort shall be collected in thee?

If thou anger thy Master thou art not disquieted at it; but if thy scheme be bootless thou burnest with vexation.

If the graving of the yellow one gleam to thee thou art joyful; but if the bier pass by thee thou feignest grief, and there is no grief.

Thou resistest him who counseleth righteousness; thou art hard in understanding; thou swervest aside: but thou followest the guiding of him who deceiveth, who lieth, who defameth.

Thou walkest in the desire of thy soul; thou schemest after money; but thou forgettest the darkness of the grave, and rememberest not what is there.

But if true happiness had looked upon thee, thy own look would not have led thee amiss; nor wouldest thou be saddened when the preaching wipeth away griefs.

Thou shalt weep blood, not tears, when thou perceivest that no company can protect thee in the Court of Assembling; no kinsman of mother or father.

It is as though I could see thee when thou goest down to the vault and divest deep; when thy kinsmen have committed thee to a place narrower than a needle's eye.

There is the body stretched out that the worms may devour it, until the coffin-wood is bored through and the bones molder.

And afterward there is no escape from that review of souls: since Sirat is prepared; its bridge is stretched over the fire to every one who cometh thither.

And how many a guide shall go astray! and how many a great one shall be vile! and how many a learned one shall slip and say, "The business surpasseth."

Therefore hasten, O simple one, to that by which the bitter is made sweet; for thy life is now near to decay and thou hast not withdrawn thyself from blame.

And rely not on fortune though it be soft, though it be gay: for so wilt thou be found like one deceived by a viper that spitteth venom.

And lower thyself from thy loftiness; for death is meeting thee and reaching at thy collar; and he is one who shrinketh not back when he hath purposed.

And avoid proud turning away of the cheek if fortune have prospered thee: bridle thy speech if it would run astray; for how happy is he who bridleth it!

And relieve the brother of sorrow, and believe him when he speaketh and mend thy ragged conduct; for he hath prospered who mendeth it.

And plume him whose plumage hath fallen in calamity great orsmall; and sorrow not at the loss, and be not covetous in amassing.

And resist thy base nature, and accustom thy hand to liberality, and listen not to blame for it, and keep thy hand from hoarding.

And make provision of good for thy soul, and leave that which will bring on ill, and prepare the ship for thy journey, and dread the deep of the sea.

Thus have I given my precepts, friends, and shown as one who showeth clearly: and happy the man who walketh by my doctrines and maketh them his example.

Then he drew back his sleeve from an arm strong of sinew, on which he had fastened the splints of deceit not of fracture; presenting himself to beg in the garb of impudence: and by it he beguiled those people until his sleeve was brimmed and full; then he came down from the hillock merry at the gift. Said the narrator: But I pulled him from behind by the hem of his cloak; and he turned to me submissively, and faced me, saluting me: and lo! it was our old Abu Zayd, in his very self, and in all his deceit: and I said to him,

How many, Abu Zayd, will be the varieties of thy cunning to drive the prey to thy net? and wilt thou not care who censures?

How many, Abu Zayd, will be the varieties of thy cunning to drive the prey to thy net? and wilt thou not care who censures?

And he answered without shame and without hesitation:

Look well, and leave thy blaming; for, tell me, hast thou ever known a time when a man would not win of the world when the game was in his hands?

Look well, and leave thy blaming; for, tell me, hast thou ever known a time when a man would not win of the world when the game was in his hands?

Then I said to him: Away with thee, Old Shaykh of Hell, laden with infamy! For there is nothing like thee for the fairness of thy seeming and the foulness of thy purpose; except silvered dung or a whited sewer. Then we parted; and I went away to the right, and he went away to the left; and I set myself to the quarter of the south, and he set himself to the quarter of the north.

Al Harith, son of Hammam, related: I journeyed from Irak to the Ghutah; and then was I master of haltered steeds and envied wealth. Freedom of arm called me to diversion, fulness of store led me to pride. And when I had reached the place after toil of soul, after making lean my camel, I found it such as tongues describe it; and in it was whatever souls long for or eyes delight in. So I thanked the bounty of travel and ran a heat with pleasure: and began there to break the seals of desires and gather the clusters of delights, until some travelers were making ready for the journey toIrak, and I had so recovered from my drowning, that regret visited me in calling to mind my home and longing after my fold. Then I struck the tents of exile and saddled the steeds of return. And when the company had equipped themselves and agreement was completed, we shrank from setting forth without taking with us a guard. And we sought one from every tribe and used a thousand devices to obtain him. But to find him in the clans failed, so that we thought he was not among the living. And for the want of such a one the resolves of the travelers were bewildered, and they assembled at the gate of Jayrun to take counsel. And they ceased not tying and untying, and plaiting and twining, until suggestion was exhausted and the hoper despaired. But opposite them was a person whose demeanor was as the demeanor of the youthful, and his garb as the garb of monks, and in his hand was the rosary of women, and in his eyes the mark of giddiness from watchings. And he had fastened his gaze on the assemblage and sharpened his ear to steal a hearing. And when it was the time of their turning homeward and their secret was manifest to him, he said to them, "O people, let your care relieve itself, let your mind be tranquil; for I will guard you with that which shall put off your fear and show itself in accord with you." Said the narrator: Then we asked him to show us concerning his safe conduct, and promised him a higher wage for it than for an embassy. And he declared it to be some words which he had been taught in a dream, whereby to guard himself from the malice of mankind. Then began one to steal a look at another, and to move his eyes between glances sideward and downward. So that it was plain to him that we thought meanly of his story, and conceived it to be futile. Whereupon he said, How is it that ye take my earnest for jest, and treat my gold as dross? Now, by Allah, oft have I gone through fearful tracts and entered among deadly dangers: and with this I have needed not the companying of a guard or to take with me a quiver. Besides, I will remove what gives you doubt, I will draw away the distrust that has come on you, in that I will consent with you in the desert and accompany you on the Semaweh.Then, if my promise has spoken you true, do ye renew my weal and prosper my fortune: but if my mouth has lied to you, then rend my skin and pour out my blood.

Said Al Harith, son of Hammam: Then we were inspired to believe his vision and take as true what he had related; so we ceased from disputing with him and cast lots for carrying him. And at his word we cut the loops of hindrance, and put away fear of harm or stay; and when the pack-saddles were fastened on and the setting forth was near, we sought to learn from him the magic words that we might make them a lasting safeguard. He said:"Let each of you repeat the Mother of the Koran as often as day or night comes on; then let him say with lowly tongue and humble voice: O God! O thou who givest life to the moldering dead! O thou who avertest harms! O thou who guardest from terrors! O thou generous in rewarding! O thou the refuge of suppliants! O thou the Lord of pardon and protection! Send thy blessing on Mohammed, the Seal of thy prophets, the Bringer of thy messages, and on the Lights of his kindred, the Keys of his victory; and give me refuge, O God, from the mischiefs of devils and the assaults of princes; from the vexing of the wrongers, and from suffering through the tyrannous; from the enmity of transgressors, and from the transgression of enemies; from the conquest of conquerors, from the spoiling of spoilers, from the crafts of the crafty, from the treacheries of the treacherous; and deliver me, O God, from the wrongfulness of neighbors and the neighborhood of the wrongful; and keep from me the hands of the harmful; bring me forth from the darkness of the oppressors; place me by thy mercy among thy servants who do aright. O God, keep me in my own land and in my journeying, in my exile and my coming homeward, in my foraging and my return from it, in my trafficking and my success from it, in my adventuring and my withdrawing from it. And guard me in myself and my property, in my honor and my goods, in my family and my means, in my household and my dwelling, in my strength and my fortune, in my riches and my death. Bring not on me reverse; make not the invader lord over me, but give me from thyself helping power. O God, watch over me with thy eye and thy aid, distinguish me by thy safeguard and thy bounty, befriend me with thy election and thy good, and consign me not to the keeping of any but thee. But grant to me health that weareth not away, and allot to me comfort that perisheth not; and free me from the terrors of misfortune, and shelter me with the coverings of thy boons; make not the talons of enemies to prevail against me, for thou art he that heareth prayer."

Then he looked down, and he turned not a glance, he answered not a word: so that we said, "A fear has confounded him or a stupor struck him dumb." Then he raised his head and drew his breath, and said, "I swear by the heaven with its constellations, and the earth with its plains, and the pouring flood, and the blazing sun, and the sounding sea, and the wind and the dust-storm, that this is the most sure of charms, one that will best suffice you for the wearers of the helmet. He who repeats it at the smiling of the dawn has no alarm of danger to the red of eve; and he who whispers it to the vanguard of the dark is safe the night long from plunder."

Said the narrator: So we learned it till we knew it thoroughly, and rehearsed it together that we might not forget it. Then we set forth, urging the beasts by prayers, not by the song of drivers; and guarding the loads by words, not by warriors. And our companion frequented us evening and morning, but required not of us our promises: till when we spied the house-tops of 'Anah, he said to us, "Now, your help, your help!" Then we set before him the exposed and the hidden, and showed him the corded and the sealed, and said to him, "Decide as thou wilt, for thou wilt find among us none but will consent." But nothing enlivened him but the light, the adorning; nothing was comely in his eye but the coin. So of those he loaded on his burden, and rose up with enough to repair his poverty. Then he dodged us as dodges the cut-purse, and slipped away from us as slips quicksilver. And his departure saddened us, his shooting away astonished us: and we ceased not to seek him in every assembly, and to ask news of him from each that might mislead or guide. Untilit was said, "Since he entered 'Anah he has not quitted the tavern." Then the foulness of this report set me on to test it, and to walk in a path to which I belonged not. So I went by night to the wine-hall in disguised habit; and there was the old man in a gay-colored dress amid casks and wine-vats; and about him were cup-bearers surpassing in beauty, and lights that glittered, and the myrtle and the jasmine, and the pipe and the lute. And at one time he bade broach the wine-casks, and at another he called the lutes to give utterance; and now he inhaled the perfumes, and now he courted the gazelles. But when I had thus stumbled on his hypocrisy, and the differing of his to-day from his yesterday, I said to him, Woe to thee, accursed! hast thou forgotten the day at the Jayrun? But he laughed heartily, and then indited charmingly:


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