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Aye

When or where

Could you compare high life

To the life you find here

Not since Nineveh, not since Tyre

Not since Babylon turned to mire

For a sin of a kind we never mind here

Where could you ever pursue your life

With the zeal we feel here?

Not since Babylon read that writing

Not since Jericho heard that trumpet, not

Not since

No, no, no, no

Not since Nineveh

Not since

Not since Nineveh, not since Tyre

Not since Babylon turned to mire

Not since Nineveh, not since Sidon

Not since Jericho started slidir

Baghdad is the gayest town

Since Nineveh

Nineveh!

Clear the bazaar.

Make way for the Wazir.

Clear the bazaar.

Make way for the Wazir.

Clear the bazaar.

All Highest, pardon thy servant.

I should've prevented this indignity.

- I was stepped upon.

- Oh.

Inconceivable, All Highest, but true.

You were incontrovertibly stepped upon.

But it is written that they who defile

the royal presence will die.

Great ruler, we will all die.

In your words,

there's food for much thought.

Yes, and in my thoughts,

there is much room for food.

Can't we return to the palace now

and have breakfast?

Certainly not.

Now the official year of mourning

for my father is at an end...

...I will assume the official duties.

The Caliph's schedule

has no intermission.

Then, my boy, heh, alter the schedule

with a wave of your hand.

Omar, the duties of royalty are sacred.

My late cousin, Ultimate of Aden...

...strangled to death on a peach pit

rather than interrupt an official function.

In my humble opinion,

your late cousin was a... Was a fool.

There are many things

that only royalty can understand.

Heh-heh-heh. Yes, it must be.

These roaming

roamings in the streets incognito...

...do they serve a purpose?

The Caliph is expected to make incognito

visits among his subjects regularly.

And he shall do so.

May we ask ourselves

what purpose these visits serve?

We may ask ourselves.

- And may we answer ourselves?

- We may.

Abba, to learn the ways of the people.

Babba, to stimulate our local storytellers.

Cabba, to introduce a romantic note

into the dry business of government.

Dabba...

Dabba?

Omar, she is lovely.

My boy, I've never seen that expression

on your face before.

It's sickening.

Slaves for sale.

Gathered from the four corners of the Earth.

Here we have Al Marre of Ankara.

Sold into slavery by her husband.

Come gaze at her. What am I offered?

Gaze at this physique,

this marvelous physique.

Powerful. Does lots of work.

Makes cheese. Milks goats.

Manages estates.

Fifty dinar. Fifty dinar.

Gaze at this magnificent physique.

Fifty dinar.

Gaze at this marvelous musculature.

Here she is. Fifty dinar.

- Omar, she is gone.

- Oh, my boy...

...Caliphs don't chase girls

through the streets.

- Hurry, Omar, hurry.

- Oh, my boy.

Stop that woman.

Stop her. Stop that woman.

Stop the thief. Grab that woman. Grab...

Where are they,

you sticky-fingered street girl?

Where are the oranges you stole?

Rest awhile, father of none

and son of hundreds.

- Rest till I learn if my daughter be harmed.

- It's all right. Let him go.

- Up then, toad.

- I'll have you jailed for this.

I'll have every last dinar and... It's the... I...

Come on, Father,

before he summons the police.

Marsinah, we don't run away

from the police. Not anymore.

Why not?

Because of what I hold behind my back.

- What?

- What does it sound like?

- Not copper pieces.

- Not copper pieces.

Suppose you could have anything

you ever wanted. What would you wish for?

- Breakfast.

- Oh, my dear child.

Let us have some breadth of vision.

Think big. Very big.

- The other half of the blanket.

- The other half... Oh!

We could buy

the other half of the blanket.

Good merchants,

set forth your silks and jewels...

...your finest garments

and sweetest perfumes.

- My daughter will purchase only the best.

Who is this happy mad man?

Those who are slow to serve us...

...will naturally be the last

to receive our custom.

- It's gold. Gold.

- Gold.

Put it back where you got it.

Never fear, child.

It is honestly got, honestly got.

Oh, Father, I'm afraid.

Sweet Marsinah,

our frightened days are behind us.

Try to understand. We are rich.

You know the house

out near the pomegranate grove?

You mean the one I've always dreamed

we might someday...?

- We're that rich?

- Yes. Yes, my darling.

If it is still for sale, we can buy it.

But keep some of the money for yourself.

You talk only of things for me.

What does a poet need?

What can rival the beautiful things

that he invents in his head?

I have girls.

Able bodied slaves for sale or for rent.

Gathered from the four corners

of the Earth.

Able-bodied slaves for sale or for rent.

Gathered from the four corners of the earth.

One hundred dinar.

- Well, come to think of it.

- Think of what?

Well, you should have

maids and attendants now.

Fitting for a lady in your position.

Don't you think so?

- I wouldn't know what to do with them.

- Don't worry about that.

I'll get three or four.

No sense in being short-handed.

So many beautiful things.

What shall I buy?

Baubles, bangles and beads

Marsinah, buy from me

Marsinah, buy from me

Marsinah, lovely

Marsinah, Marsinah, buy

Worms work on a Chinese terrace

Worms dream of a happy heiress

Wearing their wares

Answer their prayers

Baubles, bangles and beads

Baubles, bangles

Hear how they jing, jing-a-ling-a

Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads

Marsinah, buy from me

Marsinah, lovely

Marsinah, Marsinah, buy

Think upon the Macedonian oyster

Having indigestion in his watery cloister

So that Marsinah could have a pearl

- A pearl

- Baubles, bangles and beads

Baubles, bangles

Hear how they jing, jing-a-ling-a

Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads

Sparkles, spangles

My heart will sing, sing-a-ling-a

Wearing baubles, bangles

And beads

I'll glitter and gleam so

Make somebody dream

So that someday he may

Buy me a ring, ring-a-ling-a

I've heard that's where it leads

Wearing baubles

Bangles

And beads

Ahhh

Ahhh

Baubles, bangles

Hear how they jing, jing-a-ling-a

Baubles, bangles, bright shiny beads

Sparkles, spangles

My heart will sing, sing-a-ling-a

Wearing baubles, bangles and beads

I'll glitter and gleam so

Make somebody dream

So that someday he may

- Buy me a ring, ring-a-ling-a

Oooh

I've heard that's where it leads

That's where it leads

Wearing amulets, necklaces

Stars in one's hair

Wearing baubles

Bangles

And beads

Baubles, bangles and beads

Oh. Ladies.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I feel that I'm wearying you.

Please rest a while.

Oh, thank you, master.

Frankly, I've never owned slaves before.

I'm a bit vague

as to what your rights are.

We have none, master.

Your word is our law.

Well, then we certainly won't have

any trouble getting along, huh?

- You are sweet, master.

Oh, yes, you are.

Master, if I werert a slave,

I'd kiss you.

Oh, my dear child, feel free

to express your gratitude at all times.

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