quietly the happiness which they hold of her, and whose day is always clear and serene?”
The sultan, moved with compassion to see him in such a condition, prayed him to relate the cause of his excessive grief. “Alas! my lord,” replied the young man, “how is it possible but I should grieve, and my eyes be inexhaustible fountains of tears?” At these words, lifting up his robe, he shewed the sultan that he was a man only from the head to the girdle,
quietly the happiness which they hold of her, and whose day is always clear and serene?”
The sultan, moved with compassion to see him in such a condition, prayed him to relate the cause of his excessive grief. “Alas! my lord,” replied the young man, “how is it possible but I should grieve, and my eyes be inexhaustible fountains of tears?” At these words, lifting up his robe, he shewed the sultan that he was a man only from the head to the girdle,
