一千零一夜-天方夜谭-1001 Nights(英文版)-第16章
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Which when the zephyr notes； it hastes to them for jealousy And forces them to bend away from out its neighbourhood。
On the trees of the garden were all manner fruits； each in two kinds； and amongst them the pomegranate； as it were a ball of silver dross； whereof saith the poet and saith well：
Pomegranates； fineskinned； like the breasts of a maid； Whenas； rounded and firm； to the sight they're displayed。
When I peel them； appear to us rubies galore； Such as well may the wit with amazement invade。
And as quoth another：
To him； who seeks to e at its inside； there are displayed Rubies together pressed and clad in raiment of brocade。
I liken the pomegranate； when I look on it； to domes Of alabaster or to breasts of unpolluted maid。
Therein is healing for the sick and thereanent to us A saying （28） of the Prophet pure tradition hath conveyed。
Yea； and a word most eloquent； written in the Book； （29） thereof God （may His majesty fore'er be magnified！） hath said。 （30）
There were apples； sugar and musk and Damani； amazing the beholder； whereof saith the poet：
The apple in itself two hues； that image to the sight The cheeks of lover and belov'd foregathering； doth unite；
Upon the boughs like two extremes of wonder they appear； This dark and swarthy （31） to behold； and ruddy that and bright。
Whenas they clipped； a spy appeared and frighted them； so this Flushed for confusion and that paled for passion and despite。
There also were apricots of various kinds； almond and camphor and Jilani and Antabi； whereof says the poet：
The almondapricot most like a lover is； To whom his loved one came and dazed his wit and will。
The traits of passion's slave that mark it are enough； Its outward's yellow； （32） and its heart is broken still。 （33）
And saith another and saith well：
In the apricot's coverage whole gardens there be： Consider them straitly their brightness thou'll see。
When the boughs bloom in springtime； it blossoms with them； Like the softshining stars； midst the leaves on the tree。
There likewise were plums and thence： and grapes that heal the sick of ＇all＇ diseases and do away giddiness and bile from the head； and figs on the branches； parcel red and green； amazing sight and sense even as saith the poet：
'Tis as the fig； whose whiteness； with mingling green bedight； Amongst the treeleaves fruited； appeareth to the sight；
Where Greeks （34） on palaceturrets that keep the ward： the shades Close o'er them and in darkness they watch the livelong night。
And saith another and saith well：
Hail to the fig！ It es to us On dishes in fair order laid；
As 'twere a tablecloth； （35） drawn up Into a bag； without string's aid。
And saith a third alike well：
Give me the fig； with beauty that's clad and good to eat： Its outward with its inward accordeth； as is meet。
It fruiteth and thou pluckst it； and when thou eatst thereof； As camomiles its smell is； its taste as sugar sweet；
And when into its platters 'tis poured； it seemeth balls Made of green silk and fashioned in goodliness plete。
And how excellent is the saying of one of them：
Quoth they （and I on the fig； forsooth； was wont my fill to feed And Made no count of the other fruits to which they gave the meed；）
'Why dost thou love the fig？' And I； 'The fig hath its folk；' replied； 'And the sycamore fruit hath folk and folk thereto； in very deed。' （36）
And still goodlier that of another：
The fig to me is pleasing above all fruits that be； Whenas it's ripe and dangles upon its shining tree。
What while the clouds are raining； for fear of God Most High； Full many a tear it sheddeth； as 'twere a devotee。
There were also pears of various kinds； Sinai； Aleppo and Greek； growing singly and in clusters； parcel green and parcel yellow； amazing the beholder； as saith of them the poet：
Fair fall thee of a pear； whose hue is grown Even as a lover pale （37） for love and moan；
Like to a virgin in her harem shut； Her face by curtains half concealed； Half shown。
And Sultani （38） peaches of various shades of red and yellow whereof saith the poet：
'Tis as the peach； i' the gardens； when with red； like unto dragon's blood； 'tis all o'erspread；
Were very balls of yellow gold； whose cheeks Are dyed with gouts of blood upon them shed。
And green almonds of exceeding sweetness； resembling the heart （39） of the palmtree； with their kernels hidden within three tunics of the handiwork of the Munificent King； even as is said of them：
A tender body； various of attributes and pent In tunics three； the handiwork of God Omnipotent。
Duresse envelopes it both night and day and therewithal It doth； though guiltless of offence； endure imprisonment。
And as well saith another：
Dost thou not see the almonds； when from the parent stem The gentle hand of a plucker pulls and detaches them？
The peeling of them shows us the kernels therewithin； As when from one an oyster one pulls the hidden gem。
And as saith a third better than he：
How goodly is the almond green！ The smallest fills the hand； I ween。
Its nap is as the down upon A minion's cheeks of satin sheen。
Double and single； as may chance； Its kernels in the husk are seen；
As pearls they were of lucent white； That cased and lapped in beryls been。
And as saith yet another and saith well：
Mine eyes have not looked on the like of the almond For beauty； with blossoms in springtime bedight。
Whilst the down on its cheek in the leaftime yet sprouteth； Its head is already for hoariness white。
And jujubeplums of various colours； growing singly and in clusters； whereof saith one； describing them：
Look at the jujubeplums； upon the branches all arrayed； Like wondergoodly apricots （to dry） on osiers laid。 （40）
Such is their brightness that they seem； to the beholder's eye； As cascabels of gold they were； of purest bullion made。
And as saith another and saith well：
The lotetree doth itself array In some fresh beauty every day。
'Tis as the fruit upon it were （And th' eye so deems it； sooth to say；）
Hawks' bells of vegetable gold That swing from every branch and spray。
And ＇blood＇ oranges； as they were galingale； （41） whereof quoth the poet El Welhan：
Red oranges； that fill the hand； upon the boughs arow； Shining with loveliness； without they're fire； within they're snow。
Snow； for a marvel； melting not； though joined with firs it be； And fire that burns not； strange to say； for all its ruddy glow。
And quoth another and quoth well：
Trees of blood oranges； whose fruit； in beauty manifold； Unto his eye who draweth near； its brightness to behold；
Like unto women's cheeks appears； who have adorned themselves And decked them out for festival in robe of cloth of gold。
And yet another：
The hills of oranges； what time the zephyrs o'er them glide And to their touch the branches bend and sway from side to side；
Are like to cheeks； wherein there glows the light of loveliness And to meet which e other cheeks at salutationtide。
And a fourth：
One day of a young gazelle that he should praise Our garden and oranges we did require。
Quoth he； 'Your garden to me is as my face； And whoso gathers its oranges gathers fire。'
And citrons in colour as virgin gold； dropping from on high and dangling among the branches； as they were ingots of vegetable gold； as saith thereof the poet El Welhan：
Hast thou not seen a fruited wood of citrons； laden all So heavily that； when they bend； one feareth lest they fall？
When the breeze passed o'er them； as 'twere with ingots of pure gold It Seemed the bough were laden。 cast in many a gleaming ball。
And shaddocks； that hung among their boughs； an they were the breasts of gazellelike virgins contenting the utmost of desire； as saith of them the poet and saith well：
A shaddock； midst the garden ways； I saw； its leaves between； On a fresh branch； as a maid's shape with symmetry beseen。
When the wind bent it here and there； its fruits all rolled about； As balls of gold they were； at end of malls of beryl green。
And the lemon； sweet of savour； which resembles a hen's egg； but yellowness is the ornament of its ripe fruit； and its fragrance heartens him
