The Thief of Bagdad Page #3

a horse.

He/it has a sacred spring.

Overlap it, I pray you.

Now?

Pull on the reins!

It is marvelous,

I am a bird!

I am the king of the birds!

I want it, I need it.

Demand what you want.

He/it is yours.

I don't ask

that a thing in return.

What you will want.

Your daughter.

My daughter?

Big God...

It is very troublesome.

Why my daughter?

To found a dynasty.

Of course, of course.

A dynasty...

I understand that.

Very pleasing.

I have myself tried

several times

and I only have a girl.

She/it is the personified misfortune.

His/her/its eyes are on familiar terms...

His/her/its eyes are sumptuous,

his/her/its eyebrows are such

of the crescent moons,

his/her/its body is slim.

What do you know of it?

- I saw it.

- Impossible.

- I saw it.

- Where?

In my ball of crystal.

That the devil carries away it!

That he/it carries away

all balls of crystal!

Are you magician?

I have some grants.

Don't tell to some more.

I need this horse,

you will have my daughter.

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Not question,

rather the death.

I will go to my sister,

in Samarkand.

She/it will protect me.

Turn over to the garden,

you will find there

the one that one took

for a genius.

Tell to him that I will wait for it

in Samarkand.

Well, mistress.

Your Size,

the princess is untraceable.

One searched the garden,

there were two beggars.

Bring them!

Jaffar!

Finally

there are us face-to-face,

man to man.

A sword!

Allah will judge, noble sultan.

I say truly,

my eyes are witnesses of it.

Ahmad!

My eyes!

I am blind!

Noble sultan,

I know the truth!

Learn that this man is!

And that is this one!

Son of dog...

By my magic incantation,

take the shape

of your forebears

and bark to the moon.

Such is my malediction:

You will remain a dog

and you, you will walk

in darkness

so much that she/it won't be

in my arms.

Here is, my benefactresses,

why

we browse the world

in search of a lost love,

no without hope,

because without hope

there would not be anything.

Allah is merciful.

Him the East, undoubtedly,

because this love is here.

Don't be played of me.

On no account. Your princess

has been sold like slave.

To a rich merchant from here.

But she/it fell

in a strange lethargy.

As dead, no doctor

don't manage to leave of it to him.

She/it asks

the genius of the swimming pool.

I am this genius!

You only can save it.

Where is she/it?

My genius,

will I ever see you again?

Ever?

Approach me of her.

Why did you come?

To recover you.

Since when do you look for me?

The beginning of the times.

And now,

will you a long time remain?

Until the end of the times.

This dream...

My dream...

Still the same dream...

You don't dream.

Ahmad!

Thin dish to this comedy.

Don't look at me so.

The suffering marked me.

For me your beauty

would not know how to tarnish,

she/it is eternal.

Your eyes are so strange,

loaded of pain.

One doesn't cross fire

without aftermath.

Ahmad.

Leave, the master came back.

I will hide to you

and when he/it will doze,

she/it will come to see you.

Say nothing about you.

You also belong

to the princess henceforth.

Protect it for me.

Blind...

He/it is blind!

He/it is in your power

to heal it.

A doctor exists

who will heal it to your demand.

Take me.

Is he/it here?

On this boat?

Yes, he/it waits for you.

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Open this door!

Open it!

Approach it.

More near.

How find you

your life of dog?

Curious that an unpleasant boy

makes a good dog.

Overboard.

Welcome.

Jaffar!

Yes, Jaffar.

Still and again Jaffar.

Since you left your palace.

When you wandered

lost in the desert,

who guided you?

To the market to the slaves,

who bought to you?

Again Jaffar...

It is at home

that one watched over your sleep

and that you dreamed until the tip

your dream of love.

It is I that woke you up.

No... it is Ahmad.

One told to me

that there was a physician

who could heal it.

I am this physician.

To the very instant

where you will be in my arms,

Ahmad will see.

Take me in your arms.

My eyes!

Ahmad!

Do you see there?

I am again Abu!

Abu!

- Where she/it is?

- With Jaffar.

To what serves me the view,

without her?

You don't have anything else,

to part her?

Nothing.

I have the power to submit you

to my will.

But I want more.

I want your love.

Forget Ahmad.

He/it is not blinder.

For him,

the world overflows with women.

Me I am cursed,

I can only see you.

Small scatter-brained person!

Your life didn't even begin!

Ahmad forgot you.

Watch!

It is Ahmad!

Wind!

Wind!

Wind!

Whirl, winds of the sky!

Whirl

and roar!

Ahmad!

Why refuse you

to obey your destiny?

You behave like slave.

I am a slave.

You could order myself.

Try.

Demand what you want.

Would you bring back me to Bassora?

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This place is only desolation.

It is the most beautiful garden of the world.

If ever flowers had,

they disappeared.

The swimming pool is blackened

by algaes.

One sees more there even

your reflection.

I don't search for

my own reflection.

I don't want to go to Baghdad

with Jaffar.

Let's see, my love...

I don't want!

Let's go, let's go...

If you don't want to go there,

you won't go.

No, ever.

Ever, ever...

so much that I will live.

What is it?

The latest magic toy.

The maid of money.

What can she/it make of other?

To hug you.

All my wives make it.

His/her/its embrace will stun you

as ever no woman

didn't make it will make it.

I could get rid

of mine

and to have some of the like that?

She/it tickles me!

Guards!

We leave for Baghdad.

Free!

Free!

After two thousand years!

Two thousand years ago,

king Salomon,

Mr. of the Geniuses,

locked me in this bottle in.

It is the beginning

of my new liberty

and for you!

For you, it is the end

of your life.

Yes, of your life.

I am going to raise my foot

and to crush you

as the bug,

the worm that you are.

I came you out of the sea.

I opened the bottle.

You are an ungrateful.

A slave

is not thankful.

Not for his/her/its liberty.

Listen:
The one thousand first years,

I promised

to make the one

who would free me

a very rich man,

but

the one thousand following years

I promised to revenge me

and to kill

the one that would free me

to pacify my hate.

Are you ready?

Wait!

Before dying,

then me...

Then me

to ask you a question?

Put it.

How makes itself him

that a mountain as you

yours in one

so small bottle?

You were not

really in, do say?

- I was of it.

- No.

- I was of it!

- You were not there.

Do you dare to doubt?

I am going to die soon

and I dare all.

I say that it is impossible.

Impossible?

I don't believe you.

I will never believe you.

Nothing will make me believe that.

Nothing!

To less

that I see you making.

Dog of infidel,

you will know that nothing

I am not impossible!

You will see it

and you will believe it!

There you are really, bag to wind!

Let me leave!

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