Kismet Page #4
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One thing I will not have around the house
is class distinction.
- The Wazir's police.
- Oh!
Oh. Be not alarmed.
These fine constables can want nothing
from honest, well-to-do citizens.
- Nothing but your name, good sir.
- My name? Why, my name is...
Why do you ask?
Jawan the Brigand was recognized
in the bazaar this morning.
- I don't suppose you've seen him?
- Oh, no.
Very well. Name and place of residence?
Uh... Officer, I wonder if we couldn't
save ourselves much inconvenience.
would serve to identify me suffic...
- Not the whole thing.
- Do you admit possession?
Officer, let there be no misunderstanding.
That is my purse.
And it bears on it the sign
of the House of Achmed. Seize him.
- Sign of what?
- The House of Achmed...
...looted by thieves this last moon.
to the slave mongers.
Add the money to the evidence
against this thief. Take him to the Wazir.
The Wazir.
Away.
- Ah!
- Please don't scream.
Heh. Why should I scream?
I followed you from the bazaar.
Yes.
Are you accustomed
Yes. Sometimes at great speed.
It is not fitting for you
to answer that way.
You should have said, "No. "
I think you have no humor.
Goodbye.
I had an uncle who laughed sometimes.
- Who are you?
- You may call me Haroun.
Oh, of course, I may.
I may call you Mameluke ben Goathead,
but who are you?
Please, I don't wish to say just yet.
Oh.
You're a criminal.
No, not a criminal.
At least, not in his eyes.
Not in whose eyes?
Why...
...Allah's.
Mmm. Splendid reference.
Do you have any others? More local.
I'm afraid not. I am a stranger here.
Oh, not anymore, I hope.
Yes, I know.
That is not a fitting thing to say.
You are...
...very beautiful.
Probably it's just my pretty clothes
that attract you.
Having my hair combed...
...and my face washed.
Yes, that would make a difference.
Oh, I like you, stranger.
What is your business?
Your family's business?
We, uh...
- We try to make things grow.
- Oh.
Gardeners.
Gardeners.
Gardener...
Gardener, I do not think this is fitting.
No man has ever touched me before.
And no other man ever shall.
It is his will.
I do not belong to you.
This time I'm speaking of Allah's will.
You are too confusing for me.
Please, take your hand away.
I cannot.
Please.
Oh, why do the leaves
Of the mulberry tree
Whisper differently now
And why is the nightingale
Singing at noon
On the mulberry bough
For some most mysterious reason
This isn't the garden I know
No, it's paradise now
That was only a garden
A moment ago
Take my hand
I'm a stranger in paradise
All lost in a wonderland
A stranger in paradise
If I stand starry-eyed
That's a danger in paradise
An angel like you
I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace into the rare
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
Until I know
There's a chance
That you care
Wort you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell him
That he need be
A stranger
No more
You say you're a gardener.
along the fence?
I must go in a moment.
Will you meet me here this evening?
I thought hyacinths,
but perhaps oleanders.
At moonrise? Here in the garden? Please.
Yes.
Yes, of course.
- Until tonight.
- Tonight.
You won't forget? You won't fail me?
I saw your face
And I ascended
Out of the commonplace
Into the rare
Somewhere in space
I hang suspended
Until I know
Till the moment I know
There's a chance that you care
There's a chance that you care
Wort you answer the fervent prayer
Of a stranger in paradise
Don't send me in dark despair
From all that I hunger for
But open your angel's arms
To the stranger in paradise
And tell me that I need be
A stranger
No more
Bow low for the mighty Wazir.
Bow low for the mighty Wazir.
Silence then obedience.
The court of justice convenes.
The court begins its meditations.
"The case of the seller of candlesticks,
Ibn Nuwas...
...charged with breaking the pottery pots
of Ali Dah doud. "
Illustrious Wazir, Ibn Nuwas pleads
for a postponement of judgment...
...until his broken legs are mended.
He fell from a cushion
while being questioned.
Next case.
Great Wazir,
we have apprehended a thief...
...with a hundred pieces of gold
taken from the house of Achmed.
Let him appear.
Oh. At last, good fortune returns to me.
Good fortune?
sitting in judgment.
Who could ask for a more righteous,
a fairer, a finer judge?
- He doesn't talk like a thief.
Oh.
Let your loveliness be the loot,
O princess...
...and every man is a thief.
Silence.
Oh, let him chatter a bit.
- The evidence against this criminal is as fo...
- I need no evidence.
Under the laws of Baghdad...
...I order that the right hand
of this liar, rogue and thief be cut off.
Have you aught to say
before sentence is executed?
Well, that I am a liar,
I am not a big enough liar to deny.
That I am a rogue can be verified
And that I am a thief is as true
as if it were written in the Koran.
But, in this particular case...
...I say, for the first time in my life,
I am innocent.
I dislike being mocked in public.
Add 20 lashes to my sentence.
Are you done with your protest?
It is rather expensive,
but I should like to continue.
I can understand your indifference
that I am innocent...
...O dispenser of justice.
I, the pick purse, the brawler,
the collector of women, innocent?
I can hardly believe my own ears.
Tell me, what sort of women
did you prey upon?
Till I beheld you, O princess...
...my memory of them
was that they were all beautiful.
Oh! It's his tongue
that should be cut off.
But let the sentence stand.
Right hand off.
Oh, noble Wazir.
I assure you that I despise innocence
as much as you.
It is at best a temporary state.
- What are you bothering me about?
- The small matter of losing my right hand.
As a poet and storyteller,
the loss would cripple my career.
- Scoundrel. I'm leaving you your mouth.
- Hold.
For that simple sentence,
you needed your hand.
It is the gesture which tells the story.
Let me convince you.
Oh, let him.
I love being convinced.
Dear hand, deft hand
Clever and facile extremity
Fond companion to me
From my birth
Sweet hand, swift hand
Spinner of fable and fantasy
Faithful friend of my art
Would they rend us apart
Leaving no finger or fist there
But just the hint of a wrist there
Where then my spirited wit
My mercurial charm
Am I fated to sit
With an elbow and arm
And no digits to top them off
If they lop them off
How could I pray to you?
How intercede with you?
What could I say to you?
Like a dog with no tail
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