The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 03 (of 10) — A Closer Reading
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anew, till I all but fainted once more for excess of weeping; and I ceased not to cry and sob and wail till midnight, when my mother said to me, "Thy father hath been dead these ten days." "I shall never think of any one but my cousin Azizah," replied I; "and indeed I deserve all that hath befallen me, for that I neglected her who loved me with love so dear." Asked she, "What hath befallen thee?" So I told her all that had happened and she wept awhile, then she rose and set some matter of meat and drink before me. I ate a little and drank, after which I repeated my story to her, and told her the whole occurrence; whereupon she exclaimed, "Praised be Allah, that she did but this to thee and forbore to slaughter thee!" Then she nursed me and medicined me till I regained my health; and, when my recovery was complete, she said to me, "O my son, I will now bring out to thee that which thy cousin committed to me in trust for thee; for it is thine. She swore me not to give it thee, till I should see thee recalling her to mind and weeping over her and thy connection severed from other than herself; and now I know that these conditions are fulfilled in thee." So she arose, and opening a chest, took out this piece of linen, with the figures of gazelles worked thereon, which I had given to Azizah in time past; and taking it I found written therein these couplets:—
Lady of beauty, say, who taught thee hard and harsh design, ✿ To slay with longing Love's excess this hapless lover thine? An thou fain disremember me beyond our parting day, ✿ Allah will know, that thee and thee my memory never shall tyne. Thou blamest me with bitter speech yet sweetest 'tis to me; ✿ Wilt generous be and deign one day to show of love a sign? I had not reckoned Love contained so much of pine and pain; ✿ And soul distress until I came for thee to pain and pine; Never my heart knew weariness, until that eve I fell ✿ In love wi' thee, and prostrate fell before those glancing eyne! My very foes have mercy on my case and moan therefor; ✿ But thou, O heart of Indian steel, all mercy dost decline. No, never will I be consoled, by Allah, an I die, ✿ Nor yet forget the love of thee though life in ruins lie!
When I read these couplets, I wept with sore weeping and buffeted my face; then I unfolded the scroll, and there fell from it another paper. I opened it and behold, I found written therein, "Know, O son of my uncle, that I acquit thee of my blood and I beseech Allah to make accord between thee and her whom thou lovest; but if aught befal thee through the daughter of Dalilah the Wily, return thou not to her neither resort to any other woman and patiently bear thine affliction, for were not thy fated life-tide a long life, thou hadst perished long ago; but praised be Allah who hath appointed my death-day before thine! My peace be upon thee; preserve this cloth with the gazelles herein figured and let it not leave thee, for it was my companion when thou was absent from me;"——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
Now when it was the Hundred and Twenty-eighth Night,
This third volume of Sir Richard Francis Burton's translation opens with the continuation of the sprawling Tale of King Omar bin al-Nu'uman and his sons, then moves into a series of shorter narratives. The excerpt from the story of Ali bin Bakkar and Shams al-Nahar reveals a pattern of mediated communication: a slave-girl carries letters and verbal messages between the lovers, who are kept apart. The text dwells on the physical and emotional toll of separation, with phrases like 'wakefulness wasteth him' and 'care hath conquered him' emphasizing a love that is both consuming and constrained by social barriers.
Mediated Messages and Bodily Distress
The excerpt from 'Ali bin Bakkar and Shams al-Nahar' centers on the exchange of letters and verbal greetings through a slave-girl intermediary. Ali's friend Abu al-Hasan acts as a go-between, first receiving the girl at his shop, then leading her to Ali's house. The letter itself is described as written 'without fingers' and spoken 'without tongue,' a paradox that underscores the lovers' physical separation. Ali's reaction—shaking for joy, then reading in 'weak accents and feeble voice'—ties emotional intensity to bodily fragility. The narrative repeatedly links love with sleeplessness and illness: 'sickness unceasingly troubleth' and 'longing in my heart still gloweth.' This pattern of mediated contact and somatic distress recurs throughout the Nights, but here it is particularly concentrated, with the letter serving as both comfort and torment.
Animal Fables and Human Parallels
The table of contents lists several fables featuring animals: 'The Birds and Beasts and the Carpenter,' 'The Wolf and the Fox,' 'The Mouse and the Ichneumon,' and others. These stories, often attributed to the tradition of Kalila and Dimna, use animal characters to comment on human behavior. In the excerpt, no fable text is provided, but the placement after the courtly love tale suggests a contrast: where Ali and Shams al-Nahar suffer from refined passion, the fables likely deal with cunning, survival, and practical morality. Burton's notes, as indicated by his earlier volumes, frequently draw parallels between the animal tales and Arab social customs. Readers may observe how the fables' direct lessons differ from the indirect, epistolary longing of the human stories.
Burton's Editorial Voice and Cultural Annotations
Burton's translation is marked by extensive footnotes on Moslem manners and customs, though none appear in the provided excerpt. The title page's mottoes—including 'To the pure all things are pure' and a line from Martial—signal his provocative stance toward Victorian propriety. The volume's structure, with its interwoven tales and frame story, reflects the original Arabic compilation's layered narration. Burton's preface or terminal essay (not excerpted) likely discusses the Nights' history and his translation choices. Readers should attend to how Burton's notes contextualize the love story's etiquette—such as the role of slave-girls as messengers—and the fables' moral frameworks. His translation aims for 'plain and literal' rendering, yet his vocabulary and phrasing often carry a distinctive, ornate flavor.
This volume offers a varied sample of the Nights' range: from the protracted royal saga to the intimate epistolary romance and the compact animal fable. Burton's annotations, when consulted, illuminate the cultural assumptions behind the characters' actions, such as the propriety of indirect communication between lovers. The juxtaposition of human and animal narratives invites reflection on how different genres within the same collection address themes of desire, deception, and survival.
Reading about Shams al-Nahar’s hidden letters, I remembered sitting with my grandmother’s old copy of The Necklace of Princess Fiorimonde, and Other Stories — Context and Discussion, where longing also waited behind locked doors. Both books seemed to whisper that words can outlast their senders. That quiet ache, held between pages, still feels close.
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