The Thief of Bagdad
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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
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
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.
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
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.
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,
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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