The Book of the Thousand Nights and a Night — Volume 05 (of 10) — Edition Insights

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Burton, Richard Francis, Sir, 1821-1890 [Translator] Project Gutenberg 2017 Not confirmed
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Volume 5 of Burton's translation features the Ebony Horse, theological debates, and medical quizzes, with dense footnotes on Islamic customs and a scholarly apparatus that frames the tales.
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Kings of the Persians, Sábúr by name, who was the richest of all the Kings in store of wealth and dominion and surpassed each and every in wit and wisdom. He was generous, open handed and beneficent, and he gave to those who sought him and repelled not those who resorted to him; and he comforted the broken-hearted and honourably entreated those who fled to him for refuge. Moreover, he loved the poor and was hospitable to strangers and did the oppressed justice upon the oppressor. He had three daughters, like full moons of shining light or flower-gardens blooming bright; and a son as he were the moon; and it was his wont to keep two festivals in the twelvemonth, those of the Nau-Roz, or New Year, and Mihrgán the Autumnal Equinox,[2] on which occasions he threw open his palaces and gave largesse and made proclamation of safety and security and promoted his chamberlains and viceroys; and the people of his realm came in to him and saluted him and gave him joy of the holy day, bringing him gifts and servants and eunuchs. Now he loved science and geometry, and one festival-day as he sat on his kingly throne there came in to him three wise men, cunning artificers and past masters in all manner of craft and inventions, skilled in making things curious and rare, such as confound the wit; and versed in the knowledge of occult truths and perfect in mysteries and subtleties. And they were of three different tongues and countries, the first a Hindi or Indian,[3] the second a Roumi or Greek and the third a Farsi or Persian. The Indian came forwards and, prostrating himself before the King, wished him joy of the festival and laid before him a present befitting his dignity; that is to say, a man of gold, set with precious gems and jewels of price and hending in hand a golden trumpet. When Sabur[4] saw this, he asked, “O sage, what is the virtue of this figure?”; and the Indian answered, “O my lord, if this figure be set at the gate of thy city, it will be a guardian over it; for, if an enemy enter the place, it will blow this clarion against him and he will be seized with a palsy and drop down dead.” Much the King marvelled at this and cried, “By Allah, O sage, an this thy word be true, I will grant thee thy wish and thy desire.” Then came forward the Greek and, prostrating himself before the King, presented him with a basin of silver, in whose midst was a peacock of gold, surrounded by four-and-twenty chicks of the same metal. Sabur looked at them and turning to the Greek, said to him, “O sage, what is the virtue of this peacock?” “O my lord,” answered he, “as often as an hour of the day or night passeth, it pecketh one of its young and crieth out and flappeth its wings, till the four-and-twenty hours are accomplished; and when the month cometh to an end, it will open its mouth and thou shalt see the crescent therein.” And the King said, “An thou speak sooth, I will bring thee to thy wish and thy desire.” Then came forward the Persian sage and, prostrating himself before the King, presented him with a horse[5] of the blackest ebony-wood inlaid with gold and jewels, and ready harnessed with saddle, bridle and stirrups such as befit Kings; which when Sabur saw, he marvelled with exceeding marvel and was confounded at the beauty of its form and the ingenuity of its fashion. So he asked, “What is the use of this horse of wood, and what is its virtue and what the secret of its movement?”; and the Persian answered, “O my lord, the virtue of this horse is that, if one mount him, it will carry him whither he will and fare with its rider through the air and cover the space of a year in a single day.” The King marvelled and was amazed at these three wonders, following thus hard upon one another on the same day, and turning to the sage, said to him, “By Allah the Omnipotent, and our Lord the Beneficent, who created all creatures and feedeth them with meat and drink, an thy speech be veritable and the virtue of thy contrivance appear, I will assuredly give thee whatsoever thou lustest for and will bring thee to thy desire and thy wish!”[6] Then he entertained the sages three days, that he might make trial of their gifts; after which they brought the figures before him and each took the creature he had wroughten and showed him the mystery of its movement. The trumpeter blew the trump; the peacock pecked its chicks and the Persian sage mounted the ebony horse, whereupon it soared with him high in air and descended again. When King Sabur saw all this, he was amazed and perplexed and felt like to fly for joy and said to the three sages, “Now I am certified of the truth of your words and it behoveth me to quit me of my promise. Ask ye, therefore, what ye will, and I will give you that same.” Now the report of the King’s daughters had reached the sages, so they answered, “If the King be content with us and accept of our gifts and allow us to prefer a request to him, we crave of him that he give us his three daughters in marriage, that we may be his sons-in-law; for that the stability of Kings may not be gainsaid.” Quoth the King, “I grant you that which you wish and you desire,” and bade summon the Kazi forthright, that he might marry each of the sages to one of his daughters. Now it fortuned that the Princesses were behind a curtain, looking on; and when they heard this, the youngest considered her husband to be and behold, he was an old man,[7] an hundred years of age, with hair frosted, forehead drooping, eyebrows mangy, ears slitten, beard and mustachios stained and dyed; eyes red and goggle; cheeks bleached and hollow; flabby nose like a brinjall, or egg-plant[8]; face like a cobbler’s apron, teeth overlapping and lips like camel’s kidneys, loose and pendulous; in brief a terror, a horror, a monster, for he was of the folk of his time the unsightliest and of his age the fright-fullest; sundry of his grinders had been knocked out and his eye-teeth were like the tusks of the Jinni who frighteneth poultry in hen-houses. Now the girl was the fairest and most graceful of her time, more elegant than the gazelle however tender, than the gentlest zephyr blander and brighter than the moon at her full; for amorous fray right suitable; confounding in graceful sway the waving bough and outdoing in swimming gait the pacing roe; in fine she was fairer and sweeter by far than all her sisters. So, when she saw her suitor, she went to her chamber and strewed dust on her head and tore her clothes and fell to buffeting her face and weeping and wailing. Now the Prince, her brother, Kamar al-Akmár, or the Moon of Moons hight, was then newly returned from a journey and, hearing her weeping and crying came in to her (for he loved her with fond affection, more than his other sisters) and asked her, “What aileth thee? What hath befallen thee? Tell me and conceal naught from me.” So she smote her breast and answered, “O my brother and my dear one, I have nothing to hide. If the palace be straitened upon thy father, I will go out; and if he be resolved upon a foul thing, I will separate myself from him, though he consent not to make provision for me; and my Lord will provide.” Quoth he, “Tell me what meaneth this talk and what hath straitened thy breast and troubled thy temper.” “O my brother and my dear one,” answered the Princess, “Know that my father hath promised me in marriage to a wicked magician who brought him, as a gift, a horse of black wood, and hath bewitched him with his craft and his egromancy; but, as for me, I will none of him, and would, because of him, I had never come into this world!” Her brother soothed her and solaced her, then fared to his sire and said, “What be this wizard to whom thou hast given my youngest sister in marriage, and what is this present which he hath brought thee, so that thou hast killed[9] my sister with chagrin? It is not right that this should be.” Now the Persian was standing by and, when he heard the Prince’s words, he was mortified and filled with fury and the King said, “O my son, an thou sawest this horse, thy wit would be confounded and thou wouldst be amated with amazement.” Then he bade the slaves bring the horse before him and they did so; and, when the Prince saw it, it pleased him. So (being an accomplished cavalier) he mounted it forthright and struck its sides with the shovel-shaped stirrup-irons; but it stirred not and the King said to the Sage, “Go show him its movement, that he also may help thee to win thy wish.” Now the Persian bore the Prince a grudge because he willed not he should have his sister; so he showed him the pin of ascent on the right side of the horse and saying to him, “Trill this,” left him. Thereupon the Prince trilled the pin and lo! the horse forthwith soared with him high in ether, as it were a bird, and gave not overflying till it disappeared from men’s espying, whereat the King was troubled and perplexed about his case and said to the Persian, “O sage, look how thou mayst make him descend.” But he replied, “O my lord, I can do nothing, and thou wilt never see him again till Resurrection-day, for he, of his ignorance and pride, asked me not of the pin of descent and I forgot to acquaint him therewith.” When the King heard this, he was enraged with sore rage; and bade bastinado the sorcerer and clap him in jail, whilst he himself cast the crown from his head and beat his face and smote his breast. Moreover, he shut the doors of his palaces and gave himself up to weeping and keening, he and his wife and daughters and all the folk of the city; and thus their joy was turned to annoy and their gladness changed into sore affliction and sadness. Thus far concerning them; but as regards the Prince, the horse gave not over soaring with him till he drew near the sun, whereat he gave himself up for lost and saw death in the skies, and was confounded at his case, repenting him of having mounted the horse and saying to himself, “Verily, this was a device of the Sage to destroy me on account of my youngest sister; but there is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah, the Glorious, the Great! I am lost without recourse; but I wonder, did not he who made the ascent-pin make also a descent-pin?” Now he was a man of wit and knowledge and intelligence; so he fell to feeling all the parts of the horse, but saw nothing save a screw, like a cock’s head, on its right shoulder and the like on the left, when quoth he to himself, “I see no sign save these things like buttons.” Presently he turned the right-hand pin, whereupon the horse flew heavenwards with increased speed. So he left it and looking at the sinister shoulder and finding another pin, he wound it up and immediately the steed’s upwards motion slowed and ceased and it began to descend, little by little, towards the face of the earth, while the rider became yet more cautious and careful of his life.——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.

This fifth volume of Sir Richard Burton's translation opens with 'The Ebony Horse,' a tale of mechanical marvel and royal intrigue, but quickly expands into a miscellany of anecdotes, theological disputations, and physiological quizzes. The excerpts reveal a work that is as much a compendium of medieval Islamic learning as it is a collection of entertainments. Burton's extensive footnotes, peppered with Arabic phrases and cross-references to Lane, signal his ethnographic ambition: to present not just stories but a window into the manners and beliefs of their original audience.

Theology as Spectacle

In one extended passage, a slave-girl bests a Koranist in a public contest of scriptural knowledge. She poses questions about the number of specific letters in certain verses—'three-and-twenty Káfs, which sixteen Míms'—and demands he remove his clothes when he fails. The scene is both a display of erudition and a humiliation ritual, blending piety with slapstick. The girl's answers are precise: she cites chapter and verse, from 'the chapter Húd' to 'the chapter of Al-A’aráf.' Burton's footnote on the 'Koranist' underscores the stakes: this is a professional theologian undone by a woman. The episode suggests that in the Nights, knowledge is a weapon, and the classroom can be a stage for power reversals.

The Body as Text

Immediately after the theological contest, a physician steps forward to quiz the same slave-girl on anatomy. She explains why Adam was named Adam—'because of his udmah, that is, the wheaten colour of his complexion'—and describes his creation from different soils: 'his breast was made of the earth of the Ka’abah, his head of earth from the East.' The body is mapped onto sacred geography. She enumerates 'seven doors in his head' (eyes, ears, nostrils, mouth) and two passages. This anatomical catalogue mirrors the cataloguing impulse of the volume itself: lists of bones, veins, and vertebrae are treated as a form of divine revelation. The shift from theology to physiology is seamless, implying that the human frame is another scripture to be read.

Burton's Apparatus and the Reader's Role

The volume's paratexts—the dedication to Doctor George Bird, the epigraphs from Martial and Rabelais, the 'Shammar Edition' limitation notice—frame the translation as a private, scholarly enterprise. Burton's note that the work 'in places treat[s] of subjects which may modestly be called hygienic' signals his awareness of its risqué content. The footnotes, dense with Arabic terms and cross-references to Lane, create a dual readership: the general reader of tales and the specialist seeking ethnographic detail. This apparatus invites the reader to move between story and annotation, treating the Nights as both entertainment and field guide to 'the manners and customs of Moslem men.'

Readers approaching this volume should attend to the interplay between narrative and note. Burton's translation is not a transparent window onto the Arabic text; it is a layered production, where the translator's voice competes with the storyteller's. The contests of wit and knowledge that punctuate the tales mirror the volume's own contest between pleasure and pedagogy. To read it is to participate in that debate.

When I close Burton’s fifth volume, I often think of the quiet way his medical quizzes and theological debates echo the households in Deccan Nursery Tales; or, Fairy Tales from the South — Context and Discussion. Both feel like patient listeners at a threshold, where wonder and daily law share the same lamp, and no one rushes the telling.

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    Wesley Johnson - 1 month ago
    This volume, while faithful to the original, suffers from dated translation and excessive footnotes that break the narrative flow. The tales themselves are timeless, but the presentation feels academic and off-putting. I would recommend a more modern translation for general readers. Only for serious enthusiasts of the complete series.

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    Melody Gross - 1 month ago
    As expected, this volume contains more of the classic tales, though some are repetitive in theme. The translation is excellent, and the footnotes are informative, but the sheer length can be daunting. For dedicated readers, it's a wonderful dive into the collection, but casual readers might find it overwhelming.

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    Jennifer Greg Watson - 1 month ago
    This volume continues the captivating tales of the Arabian Nights with the same exquisite translation and rich detail that fans of the series will appreciate. The stories are as enchanting and exotic as ever, transporting you to a world of magic, intrigue, and romance. A beautiful addition to the collection.


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