KHUSRAU AND SHIRIN WITH THE FISHERMAN.

King Khusrau[FN#117] of Persia loved fish; and one day, as he

sat in his saloon, he and Shirin[FN#118] his wife, there came a

fisherman, with a great fish, and presented it to the King, who

was pleased and ordered the man four thousand dirhems. When he

was gone, Shirin said to the King, 'Thou hast done ill.'

'Wherefore?' asked he; and she answered, 'Because if, after

this, thou give one of thy courtiers a like sum, he will

disdain it and say, "He hath but given me the like of what he

gave the fisherman." And if thou give him less, he will say,

"He makes light of me and gives me less than he gave the

fisherman."' 'Thou art right,' rejoined Khusrau; 'but the thing

is done and it ill becomes a king to go back on his gift.'

Quoth Shirin, 'An thou wilt, I will contrive thee a means to

get it back from him.' 'How so?' asked he; and she said, 'Call

back the fisherman and ask him if the fish be male or female.

If he say, "Male," say thou, "We want a female," and if he say,

"Female," say, "We want a male."'

So he sent for the fisherman, who was a man of wit and

discernment, and said to him, 'Is this fish male or female?'

The fisherman kissed the ground and answered, 'It is of the

neuter gender, neither male nor female.' The King laughed and

ordered him other four thousand dirhems. So the fisherman went

to the treasurer and taking his eight thousand dirhems, put

them in a bag he had with him. Then, throwing the bag over his

shoulder, he was going away, when he dropped a dirhem; so he

laid the bag off his back and stooped down to pick it up. Now

the King and Shirin were looking on, and the latter said, 'O

King, didst thou note the meanness and greediness of yon man,

in that he must needs stoop down, to pick up the one dirhem,

and could not bring himself to leave it for one of the King's

servants?' When the King heard this, he was wroth with the

fisherman and said, 'Thou art right, O Shirin!' So he called

the man back and said to him, 'Thou low-minded fellow! Thou art

no man! How couldst thou put the bag off thy shoulder and stoop

to pick up the one dirhem and grudge to leave it where it

fell?' The fisherman kissed the earth before him and answered,

'May God prolong the King's life! Indeed, I did not pick up the

dirhem, because of its value in my eyes; but because on one of

its faces is the likeness of the King and on the other his

name; and I feared lest any should unwittingly set his foot

upon it, thus dishonouring the name and presentment of the

King, and I be blamed for the offence.' The King wondered at

his wit and shrewdness and ordered him yet other four thousand

dirhems. Moreover, he let cry abroad in his kingdom, saying,

'It behoveth none to order himself by women's counsel; for

whoso followeth their advice, loseth, with his one dirhem,

other two.'

YEHYA BEN KHALID THE BARMECIDE AND THE

POOR MAN.

Yehya ben Khalid the Barmecide was returning home, one day,

from the Khalif's palace, when he saw a man at the gate of his

house, who rose at his approach and saluted him, saying, 'O

Yehya, I am in need of that which is in thy hand, and I make

God my intermediary with thee.' So Yehya caused set apart a

place for him in his house and bade his treasurer carry him a

thousand dirhems every day and that his food should be of the

choicest of his own meat. The man abode thus a whole month, at

the end of which time, having received in all thirty thousand

dirhems, he departed by stealth, fearing lest Yehya should take

the money from him, because of the greatness of the sum; and

when they told Yehya of this, he said, 'By Allah, though he had

tarried with me to the end of his days, yet had I not scanted

him of my largesse nor cut off from him the bounties of my

hospitality!' For, indeed, the excellences of the Barmecides

were past count nor can their virtues be told; especially those

of Yehya teen Khalid, for he abounded in noble qualities, even

as saith the poet of him:

I asked munificence, "Art free?" It answered, "No, perdie!

Yehya ben Khalid's slave am I; my lord and master he."

"A boughten slave?" asked I; but, "Nay, so heaven forfend!"

quoth it. "From ancestor to ancestor he did inherit me."

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