The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night, vol 5 by Sir Richard Francis Burton (best romance novels of all time txt) 📕

When it was the Three Hundred and Eightieth Night, She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the Wazir of King Dirbas carried with him Uns al-Wujud who was still insensible. They bore him with them on mule-back (he unknowing if he were carried or not) for three days, when he came to himself and said, “Where am I?” “Thou art in company with the Minister of King Dirbas,” replied they and went and gave news of his recovering to the Wazir, who sent him rose-water and sherbet of sugar, of which they gave him to drink and restored him. Then they ceased not faring on till they drew near King Dirbas’s capital and the King, being advised of his Wazir’s coming, wrote to him, saying, “If Uns al-Wujud be not with thee, come not to me ever.” Now when the Wazir read the royal mandate, it was grievous to him, for he knew not that Rose-in-Hood was with the King, nor why he had been sent in quest of Uns al-Wujud, nor the King’s reason for desiring the alliance; whilst Uns al-Wujud also knew not whither they were bearing him or that the Wazir had been sent in quest of him; nor did the Wazir know that the Fakir he had with him was Uns al-Wujud himself. And when the Minister saw that the sick man was whole, he said to him, “I was despatched by the King on an errand, which I have not been able to accomplish. So, when he heard of my return, he wrote to me, saying, ‘Except thou have fulfilled my need enter not my city.’” “And what is the King’s need?” asked Uns al-Wujud. So the Wazir told him the whole tale, and he said, “Fear nothing, but go boldly to the King and take me with thee; and I will be surety to thee for the coming of Uns al-Wujud.” At this the Wazir rejoiced and cried, “Is this true which thou sayest?” “Yes,” replied he; whereupon the Wazir mounted and carried him to King Dirbas who, after receiving their salutations said to him, “Where is Uns al-Wujud?” Answered the young man, “O King, I know where he is.” So the King called him to him and said, “Where?” Returned Uns al-Wujud, “He is nearhand and very near; but tell me what thou wouldst with him, and I will fetch him into thy presence.” The King replied, “With joy and good gree, but the case calleth for privacy.” So he ordered the folk to withdraw and, carrying Uns al-Wujud into his cabinet, told him the whole story; whereupon quoth the youth, “Robe me in rich raiment, and I will forthright bring Uns al-Wujud to thee.”

So they brought him a sumptuous dress, and he donned it and said, “I am Uns al-Wujud, the World’s Delight, and to the envious a despite”; and presently he smote with his glances every sprite, and began these couplets to recite,

“My loved one’s name in cheerless solitude aye cheereth me And driveth off my desperance and despondency: I have no helper[FN#76] but my tears that ever flow in fount,

And as they flow, they lighten woe and force my grief to flee.

My longing is so violent naught like it ere was seen; My love-tale is a marvel and my love a sight to see: I spend the night with lids of eye that never close in sleep,

And pass in passion twixt the Hells and Edens heavenly.

I had of patience fairish store, but now no more have I; And love’s sole gift to me hath been aye-growing misery: My frame is wasted by the pain of parting from my own, And longing changed my shape and form and made me other be.

Mine eyelids by my torrent tears are chafed, and ulcerate, * The tears, whose flow to stay is mere impossibility.

My manly strength is sore impaired for I have lost my heart; *

How many griefs upon my griefs have I been doomed to dree!

My heart and head are like in age with similar hoariness By loss of Beauty’s lord,[FN#77] of lords the galaxy: Despite our wills they parted us and doomed us parted wone,

While they (our lords) desire no more than love in unity.

Then ah, would Heaven that I wot if stress of parting done, *

The world will grant me sight of them in union fain and free—

Roll up the scroll of severance which others would unroll— *

Efface my trouble by the grace of meeting’s jubilee!

And shall I see them homed with me in cup-company, * And change my melancholic mood for joy and jollity?”

And when he had ended his verses the King cried aloud, “By Allah, ye are indeed a pair of lovers true and fain and in Beauty’s heaven of shining stars a twain: your story is wondrous and your case marvellous.” Then he told him all that had befalled Rose-in-Hood; and Uns al-Wujud said, “Where is she, O King of the age?”

“She is with me now,” answered Dirbas and, sending for the Kazi and the witnesses, drew up the contract of marriage between her and him. Then he honoured Uns al-Wujud with favours and bounties and sent to King Shamikh acquainting him with what had befallen, whereat this King joyed with exceeding joy and wrote back the following purport. “Since the ceremony of contract hath been performed at thy court, it behoveth that the marriage and its consummation be at mine.” Then he made ready camels, horses and men and sent them in quest of the pair; and when the embassy reached King Dirbas, he gave the lovers much treasure and despatched them to King Shamikh’s court with a company of his own troops. The day of their arrival was a notable day, never was seen a grander; for the King gathered together all the singing-women and players on instruments of music and made wedding banquets and held high festival seven days; and on each day he gave largesse to the folk and bestowed on them sumptuous robes of honour. Then Uns al-Wujud went in to Rose-in-Hood and they embraced and sat weeping for excess of joy and gladness, whilst she recited these couplets,

“Joyance is come, dispelling cark and care; *

We are united, enviers may despair.

The breeze of union blows, enquickening *

Forms, hearts and vitals, fresh with fragrant air: The splendour of delight with scents appears, *

And round us[FN#78] flags and drums show gladness rare.

Deem not we’re weeping for our stress of grief;*

It is for joy our tears as torrents fare: How many fears we’ve seen that now are past! *

And bore we patient what was sore to bear: One hour of joyance made us both forget *

What from excess of terror grey’d our hair.”

And when the verses were ended, they again embraced and ceased not from their embrace, till they fell down in a swoon,—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.

When it was the Three Hundred and Eighty-first Night, She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Uns al-Wujud and Rose-in-Hood embraced when they foregathered and ceased not from their embrace, till they fell down in a swoon for the delight of reunion; and when they came to themselves, Uns al-Wujud recited these couplets,

“How joyously sweet are the nights that unite, *

When my dearling deigns keep me the troth she did plight;

When union conjoins us in all that we have, *

And parting is severed and sundered from sight, To us comes the world with her favour so fair, *

After frown and aversion and might despight!

Hath planted her banner Good Fortune for us, *

And we drink of her cup in the purest delight.

We have met and complained of the pitiful Past, *

And of nights a full many that doomed us to blight.

But now, O my lady, the Past is forgot; *

The Compassionate pardon the Past for unright!

How sweet is existence, how glad is to be! *

This union my passion doth only incite.”

And when he ended his verses they once more embraced, drowned in the sea of passion; and lay down together in the private apartment carousing and conversing and quoting verses and telling pleasant tales and anecdotes. On this wise seven days passed over them whilst they knew not night from day and it was to them, for very stress of gaiety and gladness, pleasure and possession, as if the seven days were but one day with ne’er a morrow. Not did they know the seventh day,[FN#79] but by the coming of the singers and players on instruments of music; whereat Rose-in-Hood beyond measure wondered and improvised these couplets, “In spite of enviers’ jealousy, at end *

We have won all we hoped of the friend: We’ve crowned our meeting with a close embrace *

On quilts where new brocades with sendal blend; On bed of perfumed leather, which the spoils *

Of downy birds luxuriously distend.

But I abstain me from unneeded wine, *

When honey-dews of lips sweet musk can lend: Now from the sweets of union we unknow *

Time near and far, if slow or fast it wend, The seventh night hath come and gone, O strange! *

How went the nights we never reckt or kenned; Till, on the seventh wishing joy they said, *

‘Allah prolong the meet of friend with friend!’”

When she had finished her song, Uns al-Wujud kissed her, more than an hundred times, and recited these couplets, “O day of joys to either lover fain! *

The loved one came and freed from lonely pain: She blest me with all inner charms she hath; *

And companied with inner grace deep lain: She made me drain the wine of love till I, *

Was faint with joys her love had made me drain: We toyed and joyed and on each other lay; *

Then fell to wine and soft melodious strain: And for excess of joyance never knew, *

How went the day and how it came again.

Fair fall each lover, may he union win *

And gain of joy like me the amplest gain; Nor weet the taste of severance’ bitter fruit *

And joys assain them as they us assain!”

Then they went forth and distributed to the folk alms and presents of money and raiment and rare gifts and other tokens of generosity; after which Rose-in-Hood bade clear the bath for her[FN#80] and, turning to Uns al-Wujud said to him, “O coolth of my eyes, I have a mind to see thee in the Hammam, and therein we will be alone together.” He joyfully consented to this, and she let scent the Hammam with all sorts of perfumed woods and essences, and light the wax-candles. Then of the excess of her contentment she recited these couplets, “O who didst win my love in other date *

(And Present e’er must speak of past estate); And, oh! who art my sole sufficiency, *

Nor want I other friends with me to mate: Come to the Hammam, O my light of eyes, *

And enter Eden through Gehenna-gate!

We’ll scent with ambergris and aloes-wood *

Till float the heavy clouds with fragrant freight; And to the World we’ll pardon all her sins *

And sue for mercy the Compassionate; And I will cry, when I descry thee there, *

‘Good cheer, sweet love, all blessings on thee wait!’”[FN#81]

Whereupon they arose and fared to the bath and took their pleasure therein; after which they returned to their palace and there