一千零一夜-天方夜谭-1001 Nights(英文版)-第22章
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And how excellent is the saying of the poet：
O thou with black that drest thy hoariness； that so Lost youth with thee may tarry or e to thee once mo'；
Of old my worldly portion was dyed in grain with black； 'Twill never fade； believe me； nor othercoloured grow。'
When the old man with the dyed beard heard this； he was exceeding wroth and said to the broker； 'O most illomened of brokers； what aileth thee to bring this crack brained wench into our market； to gibe at all who are therein； one after other； and flout them with mocking verses and idle jests？' And he came down from his shop and smote the broker on the face。 So he took her and carried her away； in a rage； saying to her； 'By Allah； never in my life saw I a more impudent wench than thyself！ Thou hast spoilt my trade and thine own this day and all the merchants will bear me a grudge on thine account。'
Then they saw in the way a merchant called Shihabeddin； who bid ten dinars more for her； and the broker asked her leave to sell her to him。 Quoth she； 'Let me see him and question him of a certain thing； which if he have in his house； I will be sold to him； and if not； not。' So the broker left her standing there and going up to Shihabeddin； said to him； 'O my lord； know that yonder damsel tells me she hath a mind to ask thee of somewhat； which if thou have in thy house； she will be sold to thee。 Now thou hast heard what she said to thy fellows the ＇other＇ merchants； and by Allah； I fear to bring her to thee； lest she do with thee like as she did with thy neighbours and so I fall into disgrace with thee： but； if thou bid me bring her to thee； I erchant； 'Bring her to me。' 'I hear and obey；' answered the broker and fetched the damsel； who looked at him and said； 'O my lord Shihabeddin； hast thou in thy house cushions stuffed with minever parings？' 'Yes； O princess of fair ones；' replied Shihabeddin； 'I have half a score such cushions at home； but I conjure thee by Allah； tell me； what wilt thou do with them？' Quoth she； 'I will wait till thou be asleep； when I will lay them on thy mouth and nose ＇and press on them＇ till thou die。'
Then she turned to the broker and said to him； 'O filthiest of brokers； meseemeth thou art mad； for that； this hour past； thou slowest me； first to a pair of graybeards； in each of whom are two faults； and then to my lord Shihabeddin here； in whom are three defects； first； he is short of stature； secondly； he hath a big nose； and thirdly； he hath a long beard。 Of him quoth one of the poets：
Ne'er saw we in our lives nor heard of such a wight Of all that live and be beneath the sun his light：
A beard a cubit long and nose a span he hath； Whilst he himself is but a finger's breadth in height。
And quoth another poet：
The mosque's minaret from his visage doth spring； As the ringfinger juts from the round of the ring。
If all it could house were to enter his nose； The world were soon void of each creature and thing。'
When Shihabeddin heard this； he came down from his shop and seized the broker by the collar； saying； 'O scurviest of brokers； what ails thee to bring us a damsel to flout and make mock of us； one after other； with idle talk and verses？' So the broker took her and carried her away from before him； saying； 'By Allah； all my life long； since I have plied this craft； I never set eyes on the like of thee for unmannerliness nor aught more curst to me than thy star； for thou hast cut off my livelihood this day and I have gained nought by thee save cuffs on the neck and taking by the collar！' Then he brought her to the shop of another merchant； owner of slaves and servants； and stationing her before him； said to her； 'Wilt thou be sold to this my lord Alaeddin？' She looked at him and seeing him to be humpbacked； said； 'This fellow is a hunchback； and quoth the poet of him：
Shoulders drawn in and spine thrust out； 'twould seem as if to find A tar that Satan promised him； indeed； he had a mind；
Or as the first stroke of a whip he'd tasted of and stood Still for amaze； whilst of the stroke to e he felt the wind。
And saith another：
Whene'er a hunchback mounts a mule； straightway A laughingstock to all mankind are they。
Is he not laughable？ So marvel not If she take fright with him and run away。
And another：
A hunchback often foulness adds to his deformity； And all men's eyes upon the wight look with antipathy；
As 'twere a dry distorted branch； whose citrons； perched upon Its back； have bowed it to the ground； for length of days； is he。'
With this the broker hurried up to her and carrying her to another merchant； said to her； 'Wilt thou be sold to this man？' She looked at him and said； 'This man is blueeyed； how wilt thou sell me to him？ Quoth one of the poets of him：
Ophthalmia's disorders him ply； They have broken his strength down well nigh。 O people； I rede you arise And look at the mote in his eye。'
Then the broker carried her to another and she looked at him and seeing that he had a long beard； said to the broker； 'Out on thee！ This is a ram； whose tail has sprouted from his gullet。 Wilt thou sell me to him； O unluckiest of brokers？ Hast thou not heard that all longbearded men are little of wit？ Indeed； after the measure of the length of the beard is the lack of understanding； and this is a wellknown thing among men of sense。 As saith one of the poets：
No man； whose beard is long； although he gain some whit In gravity of mien and dignity by it；
There lives； but every inch that's added to his beard In length the like thereof is taken from his wit。
And quoth another：
I have a friend； who hath a beard that God Caused flourish without profit； till； behold；
'Tis； as it were； to look upon； a night Of middle winter； long and dark and cold。'
With this the broker took her and turned away with her； and she said to him； 'Whither guest thou with me？' 'Back to thy master the Persian；' answers he； 'it suffices me what hath befallen me because of thee this day； for thou hast spoilt both my trade and his by thine unmannerliness。' Then she looked about the market right and left and front and rear； till； as fate would have it； her eyes fell on Ali Noureddin。 So she looked at him and saw him to be a ely youth； fourteen years old； like the moon on the night of its full； surpassing in beauty and loveliness and elegance and amorous grace； smooth faced and slendershaped； with flowerwhite forehead and rosy cheeks； neck like alabaster and teeth like jewels and spittle sweeter than sugar； even as saith of him one of his describers：
Full moons and fawns with him conclusions came to try In beauty and in grace； but 'Soft！' to them quoth I。
'Forbear； gazelles； indeed； ye are no match for him； And spare your pains； O moons； 'tis vain with him to vie。
And how well saith another ：
A slender one； from his brows and the night of his jetty hair； Mankind in alternate gloom and splendour of light do fare。
Blame not the mole on his cheek； is an anemone's cup Perfect； except in its midst an eyelet of black it bear？
When she saw him he interposed between her and her wit； the love of him sat stark hold upon her soul and her heart was taken with passion for him； so she turned to the broker and said to him； 'Will not yonder young merchant in the striped gown bid for me？' 'O lady of fair ones；' replied the broker； 'yonder young man is a stranger from Cairo； where his father is chief of the merchants and hath the pass over all the merchants and notables of the place。 He is but lately e to our city and lodgeth with one of his father's friends； but he hath made no bid for thee； more nor less。'
When she heard this； she drew from her finger a ruby ring of price and said to the broker； 'Carry me to yonder youth； and if he buy me； this ring shall be thine； in requital of thy toil with me this day。' The broker rejoiced at this and brought her up to Noureddin； and she considered him straitly and found him like the full moon； acplished in grace and elegance and symmetry； even as saith of him one of his describers：
The waters of grace in his visage run clear And his glances cast arrows at all who draw near：
Sweet his favours； but lovers still choke； if he give Them to drink of the gall of his
