Arabian Nights Page #4

Perhaps it is to end

my pain and sorrow.

Who are you, child?

A king's daughter. A demon took me

and locked me in this tomb.

Every ten days he comes here

and makes love to me.

If I need him, I have only

to touch the words on that tablet.

And he comes.

I want to free you from that demon!

You must be mine alone.

I'll take you away from here.

If the demon comes,

I'll deal with him!

Run!

The demon will kill you!

Do you know who these belong to?

We've never seen them before.

I'm looking for the owner

of these shoes.

None of us has lost them.

Tailor, do you know the man

who owns these shoes?

Shahzmah,

someone's found your shoes!

Here's your lover.

Kill him and spare yourself.

Kill her

and I'll let you go unscathed.

I can't kill a woman I've never seen

before, who's never hurt me!

There's love between you two.

You've made love with your eyes.

I'm not sure you have betrayed me.

I won't kill you,

but you won't go unpunished.

I beg you to be merciful.

- Let me go.

- Don't hope for that.

Come, come!

Hold fast, you damned monkey!

In the Name of God and by His power,

become that which your nature

most craves to be.

A monkey!

Come here!

Captain!

Before we reach port

you must write the story of our voyage.

You forgot, Captain.

Where are you going, my pretty?

"Let destiny take its course

"Accept willingly what is given.

Be not happy or sad about anything.

"But if you open the inkwell

of power and grace,

"ensure your ink flows

with liberality and generosity."

This writing is truly beautiful.

None of my advisors

can form such exquisite characters.

Dress the author in the attire

of honour and bring him here.

Ibriza, look.

Father, why do you let

a stranger see me?

Is my daughter right?

You are a man and not a monkey?

Father, he is a man, not a monkey.

Free him from his present condition,

then, and I shall appoint him Vizier.

I shall obey your command.

Though it may cost me my life,

you are welcome.

Poor monkey.

Your soul is stronger

than your nature.

Thank you

for giving me back my soul.

She sacrificed her life for me.

Such was my grief,

it could have shattered mountains.

I felt I had offended God.

You are determined to relinquish

everything for wisdom. Why?

Because of destiny,

which governs all human life.

- God be with you.

- And also with you, stranger.

I wish to entrust you with a mission.

Very well, I accept.

God has revealed to me

that tomorrow at noon,

you will come to me on that island,

and find me dead near a well.

Wash me and wrap me in the shroud

you will find beside me.

Take my turban and tunic,

and when someone asks for them,

give them to him.

- I will.

Yunan, my son.

Keep your eyes closed

and listen to me?

The sea, Yunan, the sea.

Ask your father

if you can go on a voyage.

Father.

Haven't we islands far away?

Yes. Why?

I want to arm a ship and visit them.

You, set off to sea?

Are you sure, my son?

You're even afraid of bathing!

You still play with children,

and you sleep all the time!

Father, I want to see the world.

Climb the mast

and tell us what you see!

To starboard, the sea teems with fish!

Over there is a shadow,

sometimes black, sometimes white!

We're lost. We'll all perish.

Why say that?

We are near Black Stone Mountain.

Beneath a copper dome

stands a copper knight.

As long as he is there boats

will be smashed

against the rocks below.

Dig beneath your feet: You will find

a copper bow and a lead arrow.

Aim at the knight beneath the dome.

Topple him into the sea

and free the world of this misfortune.

Stay inside here.

- Don't come out for any reason.

- Very well.

- When I return I will open the door.

- Farewell, father.

Farewell, my son.

Who are you?

Go away! Don't kill me!

Don't you want to kill me?

You won't kill me, will you?

I'm glad you've calmed down.

I am a king, a king's son

and your friend.

I don't want to kill you,

why would I?

I am fifteen today,

and it is predicted

that on this day I will be killed

by a man with no eyes

who will come from the sea

and free the world

by toppling a copper knight.

To pay for this,

an innocent victim must die. Me.

Then trust in the goodness

of God and be happy.

I'm glad I was shipwrecked

and am here to defend you.

Anyone who seeks

to harm you will answer to me.

I'm glad you are my guest here,

even though it is underground.

There's a beautiful bath here, go in.

As the poet says:

"Happy is the bath boy, touching

the breast of Ali and the back of Malik.

"The bath may seem an inferno,

but it is paradise.

"You'll find bodies as beautiful

as suns and moons there."

Come.

I know a poem about the bath, too.

"A life of joy

"for those who bathe:

"Upon them ardent tears are poured."

Look there!

That boy on the beach, there.

He could be Yunan, my son.

Yes, it is him, I recognise him!

Son, it is I, your father!

God be with you, sir.

Are you to give me a tunic?

Yes, sir.

Give it to me.

- What is happening?

- Farewell, father.

My son, where are you going?

Dunya, look in that house!

How beautiful it is!

Who can have painted the ceiling?

It's beautiful, Dunya!

This is the story from my dream.

Yes, the dove caught in the net.

But here is more:

The pigeon who you thought

was a coward

was caught and killed by a bird of prey!

Sometimes dreams are bad teachers,

because one dream does

not ever tell the whole truth.

The truth lies in many dreams.

Come here, slave!

Look carefully, don't make a mistake!

What is this called? Tell me!

- Then it's called pigeon.

- Wrong!

Tell me, then!

It's called perfumed meadow grass.

Thank God for perfumed meadow grass!

Now it's my turn. Come here.

What is this called? Look carefully!

Perfumed meadow grass!

- Wrong, stupid!

- Tell me, then!

Peeled sweet pomegranate.

- It's not over yet!

Tell me. What is this called?

Look well, don't make another mistake!

- Peeled sweet pomegranate.

- Idiot! That's not it.

- Tell me, then!

- The Inn of Good Food.

And what is this called?

Look carefully! No mistakes!

- Who knows?

- I do!

Tell us, then!

This is the donkey, which

grazes perfumed meadow grass,

eats peeled sweet pomegranates,

and spends the night

in the Inn of Good Food!

Zumurrud!

Tear me to pieces.

Go on! I'm tired of looking for her.

I had the most beautiful slave

in the world and I lost her.

Come, lion.

Kill me, eat me,

then my suffering will be over.

What now?

What do you want?

I don't understand.

Am I to follow you?

Alright. I'll come.

Don't! It's dangerous

to eat from that dish.

All who ate that were killed.

Let him eat. See what happens.

Let me eat. If I'm killed,

it will end my suffering.

- What is your name?

- Nuredin.

Dress him, perfume him

and bring him to my chambers.

The King is treating him

courteously, not killing him.

The King has noticed his lovely eyes.

Perhaps our King prefers

the melon to the plum.

I'd have him too, my friends!

Come here and massage my legs.

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