Presently the door swung back and both leaves were opened,
whereupon he looked to see who had opened it, and behold, it was a lady of tall figure, some five feet high, a model of beauty and
loveliness,
brilliance and symmetry and perfect grace. Her forehead was flower-white, her cheeks like the
anemone ruddy-bright. Her eyes were those of the wild
heifer or the gazelle, with eyebrows like the
crescent moon which ends Sha'aban and begins Ramazan. Her mouth was the ring of Solomon, her lips coral-red, and her teeth like a line of strung pearls or of camomile petals. Her throat recalled the antelope's, and her breasts, like two pomegranates of even size, stood at bay as it were. Her body rose and fell in waves below her dress like the rolls of a piece of brocade, and her navel would hold an ounce of benzoin
ointment. In fine, she was like her of whom the poet said:
On Sun and Moon of palace cast thy sight,
Enjoy her flowerlike face, her
fragrant light.
Thine eyes shall never see in hair so black
Beauty encase a brow so purely white.
The ruddy rosy cheek proclaims her claim,
Though fail her name whose beauties we indite.
As sways her gait, I smile at hips so big
And weep to see the waist they bear so slight.
When the
porter looked upon her, his wits were waylaid and his senses were stormed so that his crate went nigh to fall from his head, and he said to himself, "Never have I in my life seen a day more
blessed than this day!" Then quoth the lady portress to the lady cateress, "Come in from the gate and relieve this poor man of his load." So the provisioner went in, followed by the portress and the
porter, and went on till they reached a
spacious ground-floor hall, built with
admirable skill and beautified with all manner colors and carvings, with upper balconies and groined arches and galleries and cupboards and recesses whose curtains hung before them. In the midst stood a great basin full of water
surrounding a fine fountain, and at the upper end on the raised dais was a couch of juniper wood set with gems and pearls, with a
canopy like mosquito curtains of red satin-silk looped up with pearls as big as filberts and bigger.
Thereupon sat a lady bright of glee, with brow
beaming brilliancy, the dream of philosophy, whose eyes were
fraught with Babel's gramarye and her eyebrows were
arched as for archery. Her breath breathed ambergris and perfumery and her lips were sugar to taste and carnelian to see. Her
stature was straight as the letter l and her face shamed the noon sun's radiancy; and she was even as a galaxy, or a dome with golden marquetry, or a bride displayed in choicest finery, or a noble maid of Araby. The third lady, rising from the couch, stepped forward with graceful swaying gait till she reached the middle of the
saloon, when she said to her sisters: "Why stand ye here? Take it down from this poor man's head!" Then the cateress went and stood before him and the portress behind him while the third helped them, and they lifted the load from the
porter's head, and, emptying it of all that was
therein, set everything in its place. Lastly they gave him two gold pieces,
saying, "Wend thy ways, O Porter."
But he went not, for he stood looking at the ladies and admiring what
uncommon beauty was
theirs, and their pleasant manners and kindly dispositions (never had he seen goodlier). And he gazed
wistfully at that good store of wines and sweet-scented flowers and fruits and other matters. Also he marveled with
exceeding marvel, especially to see no man in the place, and delayed his going,
whereupon quoth the
eldest lady: "What aileth thee that goest not? Haply thy wage be too little?" And, turning to her sister, the cateress, she said, "Give him another dinar!" But the
porter answered: "By Allah, my lady, it is not for the wage, my hire is never more than two dirhams, but in very sooth my heart and my soul are taken up with you and your condition. I wonder to see you single with ne'er a man about you and not a soul to bear you company. And well you wot that the minaret toppleth o'er unless it stand upon four, and you want this same fourth, and women's pleasure without man is short of measure, even as the poet said:
"Seest not we want for joy four things all told-
The harp and lute, the flute and flageolet-
And be they companied with scents fourfold,
Rose,
myrtle,
anemone, and violet.
Nor please all eight an four thou wouldst withhold-
Good wine and youth and gold and pretty pet.
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