CHAPTER VII

Hajji Baba evinces a feeling disposition--History of the poet Asker.

We made our retreat by the same road we came, but not with the same

expedition, on account of our prisoners. They sometimes walked and

sometimes rode.

The general appearance of the poet had, from the first moment,

interested me in his misfortunes; and being a smatterer in learning

myself, my vanity, perhaps, was flattered with the idea of becoming the

protector of a man of letters in distress. Without appearing to show

any particular partiality to him, I succeeded in being appointed to keep

watch over him, under the plea that I would compel him to make verses;

and conversing in our language, we were able to communicate with

each other with great freedom without the fear of being understood. I

explained my situation, and informed him of my intentions to escape, and

assured him that I would do everything in my power to be useful to him.

He seemed delighted to meet with kind words, where he expected nothing

but ill-treatment; and when I had thus acquired his confidence, he

did not scruple to talk to me freely about himself and his concerns.

I discovered what I had before suspected, that he was a man of

consequence, for he was no less a personage than the court poet,

enjoying the title of _Melek al Shoherah_, or the Prince of Poets. He

was on his road from Shiraz (whither he had been sent by the Shah on

business) to Tehran, and had that very day reached Ispahan, when he had

fallen into our hands. In order to beguile the tediousness of the road

through the Salt Desert, after I had related my adventures, I requested

him to give me an account of his, which he did in the following words:

‘I was born in the city of Kerman, and my name is Asker. My father was

for a long time governor of that city, during the reign of the eunuch

Aga Mohammed Shah; and although the intrigues that were set on foot

against him to deprive him of his government were very mischievous,

still such was his respectability, that his enemies never entirely

prevailed against him. His eyes were frequently in danger, but his

adroitness preserved them; and he had at last the good fortune to die

peaceably in his bed in the present Shah’s reign. I was permitted to

possess the property which he left, which amounted to about 10,000

tomauns. In my youth I was remarkable for the attention which I paid

to my studies, and before I had arrived at the age of sixteen I was

celebrated for writing a fine hand. I knew Hafiz entirely by heart,

and had myself acquired such a facility in making verses, that I might

almost have been said to speak in numbers. There was no subject that I

did not attempt. I wrote on the loves of Leilah and Majnoun;[19] I never

heard the note of a nightingale, but I made it pour out its loves to the

rose; and wherever I went I never failed to produce my poetry and chant

it out in the assembly. At this time the king was waging war with Sadik

Khan, a pretender to the throne, and a battle was fought, in which his

majesty commanded in person, and which terminated in the defeat of the

rebel. I immediately sang the king’s praises. In describing the contest

I made Rustam appear standing in a cloud over the field of battle; who

seeing the king lay about him desperately, exclaims to himself, “Lucky

wight am I to be here instead of below, for certainly I should never

escape from his blows.” I also exerted my wit, and was much extolled

when I said, that Sadik Khan and his troops ought not to repine after

all; for although they were vanquished, yet still the king, in his

magnanimity, had exalted their heads to the skies. In this, I alluded

to a pillar of skulls which his majesty had caused to be erected of

the heads of the vanquished. These sayings of mine were reported to the

Shah, and he was pleased to confer upon me the highest honour which a

poet can receive; namely, causing my mouth to be filled with gold coin

in the presence of the whole court, at the great audience. This led to

my advancement: and I was appointed to attend at court, and to write

verses on all occasions. In order to show my zeal, I represented to the

king, that as in former times our great Ferdousi had written his “Shah

Nameh,” or the History of the Kings, it behooved him, who was greater

than any monarch Persia ever possessed, to have a poet who should

celebrate his reign; and I entreated permission to write a “Shahin Shah

Nameh,” or the History of the King of Kings; to which his majesty was

most graciously pleased to give his consent. One of my enemies at court

was the lord high treasurer, who, without any good reason, wanted to

impose upon me a fine of 12,000 tomauns, which the king, on the plea

that I was the first poet of the age, would not allow. It happened

one day, that in a large assembly, the subject of discussion was the

liberality of Mahmoud Shah Ghaznevi to Ferdousi, who gave him a miscal

of gold for every couplet in the Shah Nameh. Anxious that the king

should hear what I was about to say, I exclaimed: “The liberality of his

present majesty is equal to that of Mahmoud Shah--equal did I say?--nay

greater; because in the one case, it was exercised towards the most

celebrated poet of Persia; and in my case, it is exercised towards the

humble individual now before you.”

‘All the company were anxious to hear how and when such great favours

had been conferred upon me. “In the first place,” said I, “when my

father died, he left a property of 10,000 tomauns; the king permitted

me to inherit it; he might have taken it away--there are 10,000 tomauns.

Then the lord high treasurer wanted to fine me 12,000 tomauns; the king

did not allow it--there are 12,000 more. Then the rest is made up of

what I have subsisted upon ever since I have been in the Shah’s service,

and so my sum is made out.” And then I took to my exclamations of “May

the king live for ever!--may his shadow never be less!--may he conquer

all his enemies!”--all of which I flattered myself was duly reported to

his majesty: and some days after I was invested with a dress of honour,

consisting of a brocade coat, a shawl for the waist, and one for the

head, and a brocade cloak trimmed with fur. I was also honoured with the

title of Prince of Poets, by virtue of a royal firman, which, according

to the usual custom, I wore in my cap for three successive days,

receiving the congratulations of my friends, and feeling of greater

consequence than I had ever done before. I wrote a poem, which answered

the double purpose of gratifying my revenge for the ill-treatment I

had received from the lord high treasurer, and of conciliating his

good graces; for it had a double meaning all through: what he in his

ignorance mistook for praise, was in fact satire; and as he thought

that the high-sounding words in which it abounded (which, being mostly

Arabic, he did not understand) must contain an eulogium, he did not

in the least suspect that they were in fact expressions containing

the grossest disrespect. In truth, I had so cloaked my meaning, that,

without my explanation, it would have been difficult for any one to have

discovered it. But it was not alone in poetry that I excelled. I had a

great turn for mechanics, and several of my inventions were much admired

at court. I contrived a wheel for perpetual motion, which only wants one

little addition to make it go round for ever. I made different sorts of

coloured paper; I invented a new sort of ink-stand; and was on the high

road to making cloth, when I was stopped by his majesty, who said to me,

“Asker, stick to your poetry: whenever I want cloth, my merchants bring

it from Europe.” And I obeyed his instructions; for on the approaching

festival of the new year’s day, when it is customary for each of his

servants to make him a present, I wrote something so happy about a

toothpick, I which I presented in a handsome case, that the principal

nobleman of the court, at the great public audience of that sacred

day, were ordered to kiss me on the mouth for my pains. I compared his

majesty’s teeth to pearls, and the toothpick to the pearl-diver; his

gums to a coral-bank, near which pearls are frequently found; and the

long beard and mustachios that encircled the mouth to the undulations of

the ocean. I was complimented by everybody present upon the fertility

of my imagination. I was assured that Ferdousi was a downright ass when

compared to me. By such means, I enjoyed great favour with the Shah; and

his majesty being anxious to give me an opportunity of acquiring wealth

as well as honours, appointed me to be the bearer of the usual annual

dress of honour which he sends to his son, the prince of the province

of Fars. I was received at Shiraz with the greatest distinctions, and

presents were made to me to a considerable amount; which, in addition

to what I had levied from the villages on the road, made a handsome sum.

The event of last night has deprived me of all: all has been stolen from

me, and here you see me the most miserable of human beings. If you do

not manage to help me to escape, I fear that I shall die a prisoner.

Perhaps the king may be anxious to release me, but certainly he will

never pay one farthing for my ransom. The lord high treasurer is not my

friend; and since I told the grand vizier, that with all his wisdom he

did not know how to wind up a watch, much less how it was made, I fear

that he also will not care for my loss. The money, with which I might

have purchased my ransom, the barbarians have taken; and where to

procure a similar sum I know not. It is my fate to have fallen into this

disaster, therefore I must not repine; but let me entreat you, as you

are a fellow Mussulman--as you hate Omar, and love Ali--let me entreat

you to help me in my distress.’[20]

[Illustration: The prince’s tent-pitcher strikes Hajji over the mouth

with his slipper. 6.jpg]

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