Page:Muhammad Diyab al-Itlidi - Historical Tales and Anecdotes of the Time of the Early Khalîfahs - Alice Frere - 1873.djvu/254

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THE STORY OF YÛNUS THE SCRIBE.
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journey, and to buy something for thy family. Art thou satisfied?"

I replied, "I am satisfied." And I kissed his hand, and said, "By Allâh! thou hast filled my hand and my eye."

Presently he cried, "By Allâh! I have not been to see her, nor appeased my craving for her singing. Bring her to me."

So she came, and he commanded her to be seated; and when she had sat down, he said to her, "Sing." So she recited these lines:

Of one who unites every single perfection
How sweet the embrace, the caress!
All beauties there may be 'mongst Arabs and strangers,
But none blends all like thee, O my fawn!
Reveal thee, O beautiful! unto thy lover,
Or by thy promise, or like a dream-vision.
Sweet for thy sake are abasement and scorn,
And good in my sight is my sleepless night;
But I am not the first through thee driven mad—
Say, how many men ere me hast thou slain?
As my portion in this world, thou wouldst content me,
For thou'rt dearer to me than my soul or my wealth.

And the Prince applauded loudly, and thanked me for her excellent training and teaching. Then he cried, "Ho, slave! bring a riding animal, saddled and accoutred for his mounting, and a mule to carry his