The Perfumed Garden of the Shaykh Nefwazi | Page 8

fear of succumbing to the temptation; and, apprehensive for his peace of mind, had never, until then, been in her presence.
Bahloul began to converse with her. Now he looked at her and anon bent his eyes to the ground, fearful of not being able to command his passion. Hamdonna burnt with desire to have the robe, and he would not give it up without king paid for it.
'What price do you demand,' she asked. To which he replied, 'Coition, O apple of my eye.'
'You know what that is, O Bahloul?' said she.
'By God,' he cried; 'no man knows women better than I; they are the occupation of my life. No one has studied all their concerns more than I. I know what they are fond of; for learn, oh, lady mine, that men choose different occupations according to their genius and their bent. The one takes, the other gives; this one sells, the other buys. My only thought is of love and of the possession of beautiful women. I heal those that are lovesick, and carry a solace to their thirsting vaginas.'
Hamdonna was surprised at his words and the sweetness of his language. 'Could you recite me some verses on this subject?' she asked.
'Certainly,' he answered.
'Very well, O Bahloul, let me hear what you have to say.' Bahloul recited as follows:
Men are divided according to their affairs and doings; Some are always in spirits and joyful, others in tears. There are those whose life is restless and full of misery, While, on the contrary, others are steeped in good fortune, Always in luck's happy way, and favoured in all things. I alone am indifferent to all such matters. What care I for Turkomans, Persians, and Arabs? My whole ambition is in love and coition with women, No doubt nor mistake about that! If my member is without vulva, my state becomes frightful, My heart then burns with a fire which cannot be quenched. Look at my member erect! There it is--admire its beauty! It calms the heat of love and quenches the hottest fires By its movement in and out between your thighs. Oh, my hope and my apple, oh, noble and generous lady, If one time will not suffice to appease thy fire, I shall do it again, so as to give satisfaction; No one may reproach thee, for all the world does the same. But if you choose to deny me, then send me away! Chase me away from thy presence without any fear or remorse! Yet bethink thee, and speak and augment not my trouble, But, in the name of God, forgive me and do not reproach me. While I am here let thy words be kind and forgiving. Let them not fall upon me like sword-blades, keen and cuffing! Let me come to you and do not repel me. Let me come to you like one that brings drink to the thirsty; Hasten and let my hungry eyes look at thy bosom. Do not withhold from me love's joys, and do not be bashful, Give yourself up to me--I shall never cause you trouble, Even were you to fill me with sickness from head to foot. I shall always remain as I am, and you as you are, Knowing that I am the servant, and you are the mistress ever. Then shall our love be veiled? It shall be hidden for all time, For I keep it a secret and I shall be mute and muzzled. It is by God's will that everything happens, And he has filled me with love; but today my luck is ill.
While Hamdonna was listening she nearly swooned, and set herself to examine the member of Bahloul, which stood erect like a column between his thighs. Now she said to herself: 'I shall give myself up to him,' and now, 'No I will not.' During this uncertainty she felt a yearning for pleasure deep within her parts privy; and Eblis made flow from her natural parts a moisture, the forerunner of pleasure. She then no longer combated her desire to cohabit with him, and reassured herself by the thought: 'If this Bahloul, after having had his pleasure with me, should divulge it no one will believe his words.'
She requested him to divest himself of his robe and to come into her room, but Bahloul replied: 'I shall not undress till I have sated my desire, O apple of my eye.'
Then Hamdonna rose, trembling with excitement for what was to follow; she undid her girdle, and left the room, Bahloul following her and thinking: 'Am I really awake or is this a dream?' He walked after her till she had entered her boudoir. Then she threw herself on a couch of silk, which was rounded on the top like a vault, lifted