Kismet Page #2

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he's a yahoo.

He doesn't tell you what to do

about the ladies, does he?

My friend,

No one has to tell me what to do

with the ladies.

You're sitting with the master.

Oh, magic.

And very handy in case of trouble.

You must see this.

I have secured a new meeting place -

a tower by the river.

Come at once.

Hassan will guide you.

Jamilla

Bad news?

On the contrary. It's from a queen.

I haven't seen her for...Oh, it's been

much too long.

What about Lady Laeida?

Oh, she's late.

You'll have to take what's left.

She might even like you.

Thank you.

Farewell, my friend.

Say to the Lady Laeida,

urgent matters call me.

Why didn't you wait for Laeida?

I have a rendezvous of my own.

Does the master approve?

Is she beautiful?

- The sweetest girl in Baghdad.

- Magnificent. Where?

In a boat tied up to a cypress tree.

Boat, romance in a bouncing boat.

Go away. Spoil the night

for someone else.

Never let tomorrow break the spell.

And when autumn breezes hear our sighs,

may our lips never say fare thee well.

Keep him near,

never far.

Never leave,

evening star.

His royal highness,

the Prince of Hassir.

He's not the Prince of Hassir.

He's only the prince of liars.

But charming.

You may show him in.

You may enter.

..and when autumn breezes hear our sighs

...may our lips never say...

Jamilla, Lady of the Moonlight.

So we meet again, my prince.

Let me feast my eyes on you.

It really is you.

This is a pleasure.

I've tried giving you up.

How could anything so beautiful

be so merciless, so cruel?

We have a week of delirious happiness

and suddenly you're gone.

My nights are sleepless,

my days burning sands.

I didn't know who you were,

where you were.

I shouted the name Jamilla through

every palace window.

From Tehran to Mosul.

There wasn't even an echo.

Finally,

I take the long journey home

to Hassir

eh my own little kingdom

praying for a thunderbolt to explode you

out of my heart.

But no thunderbolt.

Charming.

I ride home.

I am desolate.

In my palace,

I have a corner I call

the Garden of the Stars.

I like that.

There I sat night after night.

And with my astrologers...

A very stupid lot. They don't know

anything about women.

But you do, my prince.

There never was another woman in all

the world I couldn't forget but you.

You weren't looking for me

in that cafe where they found you.

But how fortunate I was there.

It was the hand of fate.

Kiss me.

- Kiss?

- What else?

I stopped a fight in the street.

I took a poor old battered lad inside

and washed the blood off him.

A foul, reeking place, yes, but I...

I couldn't leave him in the street,

could I?

And you couldn't keep Laeida waiting,

could you?

How could you profane this moment

with chatter like that?

After the torture you've made me endure.

Adorable man, don't stop.

Don't ever stop.

I'd rather listen to you telling lies

than to all the wise men

with all the truth of the ages.

Beard of my ancestor!

No one calls me a liar with impunity.

Who are you, Lady of the Moonlight?

I must know.

You'll never escape me again.

I warn you to leave things

as they are, prince.

I never leave things as they are.

The night is enchanting.

Have you ever been on the river

when the moon is like this?

The river has romance from here.

Let it be.

That young lout I told you about.

Yes, you washed the blood off him.

He has a boat under a cypress tree.

They're possibly cripples by now.

My boat was built

for the queen of Sheba.

Is it written that Solomon never

went fishing with her at night?

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

Just listening.

So soft and so lovely.

Isn't your life always soft and lovely?

I don't know.

I've never lived before.

Who built the high wall around you?

My father.

Why?

To keep everybody out.

To keep me inside.

Is no one ever going to be

allowed inside?

Oh, yes.

The prince I'm going to marry someday

will batter the walls down.

I'd batter the walls down

but I'm only a gardener's son.

That's why I'm laughing.

Where is this prince

supposed to come form?

Kismet, my fate.

Where else?

You believe in fate, don't you?

I do indeed.

My father thinks he can

give romance to fate.

I want a prince for my daughter

and nothing else will do.

You've never told me much

about your father.

If I said he was a beggar,

then you'd think he was a beggar.

No I'm not.

He's the king of beggars.

He's a king of some kind.

Or he couldn't be your father.

If he ever knew the wall

wasn't high enough...

He'd kill me.

No, darling,

nobody's going to kill you.

If he knew I'd been kissed

by a gardener's son...

Oh, well.

The moon is almost gone.

Take me home now, please.

- You wicked...

- Oh, Karsha.

Is this the first time?

Allah, look down.

I'm in love, Karsha.

Love with some poverty stricken camel

boy? Your father would kill you.

But you're not going to tell him.

Swear to me me you'll never

do this again or I will tell him.

Did you make such promises

when you were in love, Karsha?

Go to bed, you.

Besides, if you tell father,

he'll cut both our throats.

You get to bed.

You ought to be too ashamed

to draw a breath much less sing.

There's no room in my heart for shame.

Who is this young creature anyhow?

Isn't he wonderful?

He can jump but who is he?

He's a gardener's son.

Salt of the world, a gardener's son!

Wait, his father's chief gardener

of the palace, the caliph's gardener.

- What gets you up so early?

- I'm not up so early.

- No?

- No.

I haven't been to bed.

Ah, come, my friend, I...

If I'm your friend,

why don't...what's that?

Brawling again. Why don't you stop it?

I've prowled mt last prowl.

I've found what I've been looking for.

All thanks to Allah.

So from now on, you can sleep in peace.

- You found what?

- I found a queen.

And such a queen.

What eyes! The kind our poets call

deep pools.

Always thought they were crazy

before now, but they're not.

I suppose queens do play around

the streets of Baghdad at night.

Oh no, not this one.

I had to leap a high wall for my queen.

And here's something

to make you more cheerful.

I want you to get in touch

with our astrologers

and tell them this is a wonderful day

for a wedding.

And don't you let them tell you

it isn't.

Wedding? Who is she?

What's the difference?

I know what she is.

Her name's Marsinah.

Good name, isn't it?

What about her family?

And her father.

Who is he?

If I told you he's a beggar,

you'd think he's a beggar.

He's the king of beggars.

Are you serious?

Very serious.

King of beggars.

You'll have to conjure up some new title

for this king of beggars.

But tell me more about the girl.

She's a queen, my friend.

Heart of a queen, mind of a queen,

soul of a queen.

I suppose she has a body.

Ravishing, my friend, ravishing.

Well, you didn't mention the body first.

That's promising.

Blessings of the Prophet

on your wedding day.

- Long life and great happiness.

- Thank you.

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