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couplets of six hemistichs. Perhaps they'll show themselves upon some stage Or elsewhere as his fancy leads. The blacks Begin to dance to sound of castanets. The Christians bet on what will happen next. They say a letter has arrived which says That they've suppressed ablutions and their prayers. One has been very ill--"I do not know What is the matter with me"--but the cause Of all his illness was because he fell On the perfuming-pans that they had brought. For Imam they have ta'en the dancing-girl Who leads the dances. With her boxes small In basket made of grass, a picture fine! Come, see it now; you'd think it was a ghost. The Christian works them all, and most are seized With folly. Would you know the first of all? Well, sirs, 'tis Et-Try, and he is the son Of one Et-Germezlyya. Never has He thought of doing well, he lives for crime. The shrewd "Merkanty" made a profit on them. Et-Try served them as an interpreter. The Christian ought to make them this year gain A thousand d'oros. But I pray to God To send those two men to the fires of hell. Now Aly Et-Try is their manager; He runs about all day, with naught achieved. The Christian kept them in a stable shut, And like a squad of soldiers took them out. He herded them like oxen there, and naught Was lacking but the drover's lusty cries. Consider now the plight of Ould Sayyd, The big-jawed one. He gained ten thousand francs, And lost them all at gambling. Naught remains Except the benches and some coffee-grounds. The leader of musicians, wholly daft, Whose beard is whiter than the whitest wool, Has gone to Paris gay to see the sights. (I hope he'll bring up in the fires of hell!) If he comes back deceived, at least he'll say He's been abroad, and dazzle all his friends. The oboe-player, Sydy Ali, was Barber and cafekeeper, eager for A change, and crazy to get gold. "This trip," He told his friends, "is but a pilgrimage." There's nothing lacking but the telbyya. "I've taken trips before and with good luck. I was the master, with my art acclaimed. I was director of the Nouba, at The court, when Turkey held the reins of power. I was a court buffoon and broke my heart. O Lord, why send'st thou not thy servant death? "I left a workman in my shop so that I might not lose my trade. I went to show My oboe, for someone might ask for
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