The Thief of Bagdad

THE THIEF OF BAGDAD

I never knew

why the men

came back of the sea

The sea is cruel,

but the sea

is pure

That the immense sea is pure

Must come of the fact

that the men in sea

Are few

and very distant

She/it never caused to me

that of the sufferings

And yet I wonder

why the men

come back of the sea

The sea is cruel,

but the sea

is pure

Oh, poor brunette earth

So much kindness

you could have dispensed

Of good news

of the princess?

No, master.

Dead?

Still sleepy.

Did you obey me?

Yes, master.

The blind?

One found it.

The charity,

for Allah's love.

The charity,

for Allah's love.

Does your illegitimate child dare to bark?

Beautiful gratitude, in truth!

Your piece is false.

Then you cheat, malandrin.

A blind

cannot make the difference.

Alas, I see drop there.

It is my dog.

How a dog

can he/it know?

Verify.

By Allah's prodigies!

She/it is false

and I ignored it.

Approach,

amateur of trunks of trees

and unearth the false piece.

It is not a dog

but the Large reincarnate Treasurer!

Oh you to that Allah

fills the eyes

of all these beauties,

dedicate a thought to the one

for that these marvels

sank

in the eternal night.

The charity,

for Allah's love.

The charity,

for Allah's love.

Bring it to me.

Pray for me,

I am called Halima.

I don't know you.

Does one know all his/her/its friends?

I don't have some.

You will trust

to the one that offers you

food and rest

in his/her/its house?

What is mine is yours.

In return for what?

Of your prayers.

It is little strong.

Take my hand.

My dog sees for me.

He/it gives to me more

that he/it doesn't receive in return.

This sleep

pass my understanding.

But when the blind will come,

she/it will come out of the sleep.

trange that he/it can succeed

where we fail.

He/it will heal it

and I will hunt it.

But she/it likes the blind.

The lisp of two children

is he/it the love?

She/it ignores all of the love.

I am going to teach it to him.

Poor blind.

And even poorer than it.

Impossible.

One is not veiled.

My eyes are... veiled.

What is your name?

Ahmad.

You don't have need anymore

to beg.

- Nor to wander.

- Remains with us!

Sovereigns,

I know you beautiful

but would not know to stop

before having recovered

my beloved.

The seers often pass

their life without finding it.

Remain.

Our physicians

will heal you maybe.

Sink perspective...

You speak by enigmas.

I go

to put you on the way.

He/it was a king, son of king,

and of hundred kings.

His/her/its topics were numerous,

his/her/its huge fortune

and his/her/its power, absolute.

This dog was not a dog,

but a kid of Baghdad

who became dear to the king.

Then, he/it was again

that a small thief.

That you to sniff have

my fish, manant?

Go-t'en!

Do I call the care?

To the thief!

Stop it!

King Ahmad,

son of Akbar,

grandson

of Haroun-Al-Raschid,

the Large, the lllustre,

Lord of the Earth,

Defender of the Faith,

Servant of the Almighty

and Mr. of all men.

Ahmad,

the king!

Ahmad, the king...

Alas, I was this man.

I possessed 365 women

but my heart ignored the love.

I had 50 palaces,

without being at home.

Although rich,

I was poorer than the poor people.

All desire satisfies

removed me all other desire.

I didn't find anything to make

in my vast kingdom.

I was without projects,

without goals,

because my big vizir Jaffar

interfered

between me and my people.

Again an execution...

For what misdemeanor?

He/it thought,

my Lord and master.

Is this a crime?

It is unforgivable

for a topic.

Is it necessary to govern by the fear?

The man is bad, hateful,

lying and traitorous in the soul.

You will learn, big king,

that the man

only respect three things:

the whip that stings,

the yoke that suppresses

and the sword that kills.

By the terror that they trigger,

you will be able to conquer the earth.

Do I want only of it?

What would you like to make?

I would like to make they happy.

Happy? It is not

that of the silly and the roguish.

Your grandfather had learned it.

Make as him,

one evening, when the night falls,

leave the palace,

mingle yourselves to the crowd,

enter at people,

listen, observe,

and remember of it.

Tonight, Jaffar.

Tonight, my king.

Your people, my king.

I am near to him.

Observe and remember.

He/it is said,

by Allah's grace,

that he/it was a king

among the kings,

master of the weapons,

of the armies and vessels,

a main oppressor

of the time and the people.

The earth was a punishment

for his/her/its topics.

What does he/it say?

I don't know.

Does he/it speak of the king?

Don't ask any questions.

The spies swarm.

It is necessary to be prudent in Baghdad.

I am a stranger,

you can tell myself

of what he/it speaks.

He/it speaks of hope,

of a prophecy

about a liberator.

Only the silly believe there.

A liberator...

Not so much as Ahmad will be a king.

They complained in secret

and were punished

on the place of the market.

But a sage among the sages

announced them this prophecy:

"With time,

a liberator will come.

"ll will be the humblest

"of the humble

and will appear on the clouds."

"We will observe them! "

tells people,

"But if the Almighty

is not able to anything,

"what will he/it be able to there, him"?

The visionary answered:

"Have confidence in Allah,

"because in the sky

you will see a boy

"of the humblest,

overlapping a cloud.

"Cloud as strong

that a rock under snow

"from where he/it will shoot the arrow

"justicire

who will hit the tyrant."

The tyrant's name?

Ahmad!

I dream of a miracle.

That he/it dies today.

Stop it.

Throw it in jail.

If he/it tells himself/itself king,

call it madman.

Kill anyone

comes to his/her/its help.

I understood then

that he/it was bad.

He/it had deceived me

to trap me better.

One threw me in jail...

and there, my life began indeed

because I knew there

the one that became my only friend,

Abu,

the small thief of Baghdad.

One doesn't throw

that the small in jail.

No, not the jail!

Advance, thief!

First cut him the hands,

then the legs

and finally the head.

I don't want to die!

Tomorrow morning.

As for the mad,

our sultan is generous,

only the head.

To the sunrise.

You became madman.

Me? Would I be mad?

It is you the mad.

Are you indeed?

It is that, I am mad.

I must be he.

The maddest

of the mad of the palace.

You are mad, really mad.

What imports?

Tomorrow, unless the sun

don't rise, one will die.

The thief and the mad...

I don't want to die.

You are not mad

and we will survive maybe

at dawn.

We will have died at dawn!

To the dawn,

we will take a boat

and we will go toward the sea.

I never saw the sea

but I heard

of the sailors to speak of it.

There are fish

big as the temple

and of others, small as my finger,

with wings.

There are some boats

as big as Baghdad,

to the veils

big as clouds

and that spin

as quickly as of the antelopes

until the islands of the Indies

and of China.

The Indies and China...

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