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.
"You be three and want a fourth who shall be a person of good
sense and
prudence, smart-witted, and one apt to keep careful
counsel." His words pleased and amused them much, and they laughed
at him and said: "And who is to assure us of that? We are maidens, and
we fear to
entrust our secret where it may not be kept, for we have
read in a certain
chronicle the lines of one Ibn al-Sumam:
"Hold fast thy secret and to none unfold,
Lost is a secret when that secret's told.
An fail thy breast thy secret to
conceal,
How canst thou hope another's breast shall hold?"
When the
porter heard their words, he rejoined: "By your lives! I am a
man of sense and a
discreet, who hath read books and perused
chronicles. I reveal the fair and
conceal the foul and I act as the
poet adviseth:
"None but the good a secret keep,
And good men keep it unrevealed.
It is to me a well-shut house
With keyless locks and door ensealed."
When the maidens heard his verse and its
poetical application
addressed to them, they said: "Thou knowest that we have laid out
all our moneys on this place. Now say, hast thou aught to offer us
in return for
entertainment? For surely we will not suffer thee to sit
in our company and be our cup
companion, and gaze upon our faces so
fair and so rare, without paying a round sum. Wettest thou not the
saying:
"Sans hope of gain
Love's not worth a grain"?
Whereto the lady portress added, "If thou bring anything, thou art a
something; if no thing, be off with thee, thou art a nothing." But the
procuratrix interposed,
saying: "Nay, O my sisters, leave teasing him,
for by Allah he hath not failed us this day, and had he been other
he never had kept
patience with me, so
whatever be his shot and scot I
will take it upon myself."
The
porter, overjoyed, kissed the ground before her and thanked her,
saying, "By Allah, these moneys are the first fruits this day hath
given me." Hearing this, they said, "Sit thee down and
welcome to
thee," and the
eldest lady added: "By Allah, we may not suffer thee to
join us save on one condition, and this it is, that no questions be
asked as to what concerneth thee not, and frowardness shall be soundly
flogged." Answered the
porter: "I agree to this, O my lady. On my head
and my eyes be it! Look ye, I am dumb, I have no tongue." Then arose
the provisioneress and, tightening her
girdle, set the table by the
fountain and put the flowers and sweet herbs in their jars, and
strained the wine and ranged the flasks in rows and made ready every
requisite. Then sat she down, she and her sisters, placing
amidst them
the
porter, who kept deeming himself in a dream. And she took up the
wine flagon and poured out the first cup and drank it off, and
likewise a second and a third. After this she filled a fourth cup,
which she handed to one of her sisters, and
lastly, she crowned a
goblet and passed it to the
porter,
saying:
"Drink the dear
draught, drink free and fain
What healeth every grief and pain."
He took the cup in his hand and, Touting low, returned his best
thanks and improvised:
"Drain not the bowl save with a
trusty friend,
A man of worth whose good old blood all know.
For wine, like wind, sucks
sweetness from the sweet
And stinks when over stench it haply blow."
Adding:
"Drain not the bowl, save from dear hand like thine,
The cup recalls thy gifts, thou, gifts of wine."
After repeating this couplet he kissed their hands and drank and was
drunk and sat swaying from side to side and pursued: