THE THREE UNFORTUNATE LOVERS.

(Quoth El Utbi[FN#149]), I was sitting one day with a company

of men of culture, telling stories of the folk, when the talk

turned upon anecdotes of lovers and each of us said his say

thereon. Now there was in our company an old man, who remained

silent, till we had all spoken and had no more to say, when he

said, "Shall I tell you a thing, the like of which you never

heard?" "Yes," answered we; and he said, "Know, then, that I

had a daughter, who loved a youth, but we knew it not. The

youth in question loved a singing-girl, who, in her turn,

was enamoured of my daughter. One day, I was present at an

assembly, where were also the young man and the girl; when the

latter sang the following verses:

Tears are the token by which, for love, Abjection in lovers

still is shown,

And more by token in one who finds No friend, to whom he may

make his moan.

'By Allah, thou hast said well, O my lady!' exclaimed the

youth. 'Doss thou bid me die?' 'Yes,' answered the girl from

behind the curtain, 'if thou be in love.' So he laid his head

on a cushion and closed his eyes; and when the cup came round

to him, we shook him and found that he was dead. Therewith we

all flocked to him, and our joy was troubled and we grieved and

broke up forthright. When I came home, my people taxed me with

returning before the appointed time, and I told them what had

befallen the youth, thinking to surprise them. My daughter

heard my words and rising, went into another chamber, whither I

followed her and found her lying, with her head on a cushion,

as I had told of the young man. I shook her and behold, she

was dead. So we laid her out and set forth next morning with

her funeral, whilst the friends of the young man carried him

out, likewise, to bury him. As we were on the way to the

burial-place, we met a third funeral and enquiring whose it

was, were told that it was that of the singing-girl, who,

hearing of my daughter's death, had done even as she and was

dead. So we buried them all three on one day, and this is the

rarest story that ever was heard of lovers."

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