The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night, Volume II — Context and Discussion
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King had given an eunuch charge to let him know if the child she should bring forth were male or female; and in like manner his son Sherkan had sent one to bring him news of this. In due time, Sufiyeh was delivered of a child, which the midwives took and found to be a girl with a face more radiant than the moon. So they announced this to the bystanders, whereupon the eunuch carried the news to the King and Sherkan's messenger did the like with his master, who rejoiced with exceeding joy; but after these two had departed, Sufiyeh said to the midwives, "Wait with me awhile, for I feel there is yet somewhat in my entrails." Then she moaned and the pains of labour took her again but God made it easy to her and she gave birth to a second child. The midwives looked at it and found it a boy like the full moon, with flower-white forehead and rose-red cheeks; whereupon the damsel and her eunuchs and attendants rejoiced and she was delivered of the afterbirth, whilst all who were in the palace set up cries of joy. The other damsels heard of this and envied her; and the news came to Omar, who was glad and rejoiced. Then he rose and went to her and kissed her head, after which he looked at the boy and bending down to it, kissed it, whilst the damsels smote the tabrets and played on instruments of music; and he commanded that the boy should be named Zoulmekan and the girl Nuzbet ez Zeman, which was done accordingly. Then he appointed nurses, wet and dry, and eunuchs and attendants to serve them and assigned them rations of sugar and liquors and oil and other necessaries, such as the tongue fails to set out. Moreover the people of Baghdad heard of the children that God had vouchsafed to the King; so they decorated the city and made proclamation of the good news. Then came the amirs and viziers and grandees and wished the King joy of his son and daughter, wherefore he thanked them and bestowed dresses of honour and favours and largesse on them and on all who were present, gentle and simple. Then he bade carry great store of jewellery and apparel and money to Sufiyeh and charged her to rear the children carefully and educate them well. After this wise, four years passed by, during which time the King sent every few days to seek news of Sufiyeh and her children; but all this while, his son Sherkan knew not that a male child had been born to his father, having news only of the birth of his daughter Nuzhet ez Zeman, and they hid the thing from him, until years and days had passed by, whilst he was busied in contending with the men of war and tilting against the cavaliers.
One day, as the King was sitting on his throne, there came in to him his chamberlains, who kissed the earth before him and said, "O King, there be come ambassadors from the King of the Greeks, lord of Constantinople the mighty, and they desire to be admitted to pay their respects to thee: so if the King give them leave to enter, we will admit them, and if not, there is no appeal from his decree." He bade admit them, and when they entered, he turned to them and asked them how they did and the reason of their coming. They kissed the earth before him and replied, "O illustrious King and lord of the long arm,[FN#5] know that King Afridoun, lord of the lands of the Greeks and of the Nazarene armies, holding the empire of Constantinople, hath sent us to make known to thee that he is now waging grievous war with a fierce rebel, the lord of Caesarea; and the cause of this war is as follows. One of the kings of the Arabs, awhile since, chanced, in one of his conquests, upon a treasure of the time of Alexander, from which he carried away countless riches and amongst other things, three round jewels, of the bigness of an ostrich's egg, from a mine of pure white jewels, never was seen the like. Upon each of these jewels were graven talismans in the Greek character, and they had many properties and virtues, amongst the rest that if one of them were hung round the neck of a new-born child, no ailment would hurt him nor would he moan or be fevered, so long as it was about his neck. When they came to the hands of the Arabian King and he knew their virtues, he sent the three jewels, together with other presents and rarities, as a gift to King Afridoun, and to that end fitted out two ships, one bearing the treasure and presents and the other men to guard them against whoso should offer them hindrance on the sea, being nevertheless assured that none would dare waylay them, for that he was King of the Arabs, more by token that their way lay through the sea in the dominions of the King of Constantinople and they were bound to him, nor were there on the shores of that sea any but subjects of the most mighty King Afridoun. The ships set out and sailed till they drew near our city, when there sallied out on them certain corsairs of the country and amongst them troops of the King of Caesarea, who took all the treasures and rarities in the ships, together with the three jewels, and slew the men. When the news came to our King, he sent an army against them, but they defeated it; then he sent another army, stronger than the first, but they put this also to the rout; whereupon the King was wroth and swore that he would go out against them in person at the head of his whole army and not turn back from them, till he had left Caesarea in ruins and laid waste all the lands and cities over which its King held sway. So he craves of the lord of the age and the time, the King of Baghdad and Khorassan, that he succour us with an army, to the end that glory may redound to him; and he has sent by us somewhat of various kinds of presents and begs the King to favour him by accepting them and accord us his aid." Then they kissed the earth before King Omar and brought out the presents, which were fifty slave-girls of the choicest of the land of the Greeks, and fifty white male slaves in tunics of brocade, rich girdles of gold and silver and in their ears pendants of gold and fine pearls, worth a thousand dinars each. The damsels were adorned after the same fashion and clad in stuffs worth much money. When the King saw them, he rejoiced in them and accepted them. Then he commanded that the ambassadors should be honourably entreated and summoning his viziers, took counsel with them of what he should do. Accordingly, one of them, an old man named Dendan, arose and kissing the earth before King Omar, said, "O King, thou wouldst do well to equip numerous army and set over it thy son Sherkan, with us as his lieutenants; and to my mind it behoves thee to do thus, for two reasons: first, that the King of the Greeks hath appealed to thee for aid and hath sent thee presents, and thou hast accepted them; and secondly, that no enemy dares attack our country, and that if thy host succour the King of the Greeks and his foe be put to the rout, the glory will fall to thee and the news of it will be noised abroad in all cities and countries; and especially, when the tidings reach the islands of the ocean and the people of Western Africa, they will send thee presents and tribute." When the King heard the Vizier's speech, it pleased him and he approved his counsel: so he bestowed on him dress of honour and said to him, "It is with such as thee that kings take counsel and it befits that thou command the van of the army and my son Sherkan the main battle." Then he sent for Sherkan and expounded the matter to him, telling him what the ambassadors and the Vizier had said, and enjoined him to take arms and prepare to set out, charging him not to cross the Vizier Dendan in aught that he should do. Then he bade him choose from among his troops ten thousand horsemen armed cap-a-pie and inured to war and hardship. Accordingly, Sherkan rose at once and chose out ten thousand horsemen, in obedience to his father's commandment, after which he entered his palace and mustered his troops and distributed money to them, saying, "Ye have three days to make ready." They kissed the earth before him and proceeded at once to make their preparations for the campaign; whilst Sherkan repaired to the armouries and provided himself with all the arms and armour that he needed, and thence to the stables, whence he took horses of choice breeds and others. When the three days were ended, the troops marched out of Baghdad, and King Omar came forth to take leave of his son, who kissed the earth before him, and he gave him seven thousand purses.[FN#6] Then he turned to the Vizier Dendan and commended to his care his son Sherkan's army and charged the latter to consult the Vizier in all things, to which they both promised obedience. After this, the King returned to Baghdad and Sherkan commanded the officers to draw out the troops in battle array. So they mustered them and the number of the army was ten thousand horsemen, besides footmen and followers. Then they loaded the beasts and beat the drums and blew the clarions and unfurled the banners and the standards, whilst Sherkan mounted, with the Vizier Dendan by his side and the standards waving over them, and the army set out and fared on, with the ambassadors in the van, till the day departed and the night came, when they halted and encamped for the night. On the morrow, as soon as God brought in the day, they took horse and continued their march, nor did they cease to press onward, guided by the ambassadors, for the space of twenty days. On the twenty-first day, at nightfall, they came to a wide and fertile valley, whose sides were thickly wooded and covered with grass, and there Sherkan called a three days' halt. So they dismounted and pitched their tents, dispersing right and left in the valley, whilst the Vizier Dendan and the ambassadors alighted in the midst. As for Sherkan, when he had seen the tents pitched and the troops dispersed on either side and had commanded his officers and attendants to camp beside the Vizier Dendan, he gave reins to his horse, being minded to explore the valley and himself mount guard over the army, having regard to his father's injunctions and to the fact that they had reached the frontier of the land of Roum and were now in the enemy's country. So he rode on alone along the valley, till a fourth part of the night was passed, when he grew weary and sleep overcame him, so that he could no longer spur his horse. Now he was used to sleep on horseback; so when drowsiness got the better of him, he fell asleep and the horse paced on with him half the night and entered a forest; but Sherkan awoke not, till the steed smote the earth with his hoof. Then he started from sleep and found himself among trees; and the moon arose and lighted up the two horizons. He was troubled at finding himself alone in this place and spoke the words, which whoso says shall never be confounded, that is to say, "There is no power and no virtue but in God the Most High, the Supreme!" But as he rode on, in fear of the wild beasts, behold, the trees thinned and the moon shone out upon a meadow as it were one of the meads of Paradise and he heard therein a noise of talk and pleasant laughter such as ravishes the wit of men. So King Sherkan dismounted and tying his horse to a tree, fared on a little way, till he espied a stream of running water and heard a woman talking and saying in Arabic, "By the virtue of the Messiah, this is not handsome of you! But whoso speaks a word, I will throw her down and bind her with her girdle." He followed in the direction of the voice and saw gazelles frisking and wild cattle pasturing and birds in their various voices expressing joy and gladness: and the earth was embroidered with all manner of flowers and green herbs, even as says of it the poet in the following verses:
Earth has no fairer sight to show than this its blossom-time, With all the gently running streams that wander o'er its face. It is indeed the handiwork of God Omnipotent, The Lord of every noble gift and Giver of all grace!
Midmost the meadow stood a monastery, and within the enclosure was a citadel that rose high into the air in the light of the moon. The stream passed through the midst of the monastery and therenigh sat ten damsels like moons, high-bosomed maids, clad in dresses and ornaments that dazzled the eyes, as says of them the poet:
The meadow glitters with the troops Of lovely ones that wander there. Its grace and beauty doubled are By these that are so passing fair. Virgins that, with their swimming gait, The hearts of all that see ensnare; Along whose necks, like trails of grapes, Stream down the tresses of their hair: Proudly they walk, with eyes that dart The shafts and arrows of despair, And all the champions of the world Are slain by their seductive air.
Sherkan looked at the ten girls and saw in their midst a lady like the moon at its full, with ringleted hair and shining forehead, great black eyes and curling brow-locks, perfect in person and attributes, as says the poet:
Her beauty beamed on me with glances wonder-bright: The slender Syrian spears are not so straight and slight: She laid her veil aside, and lo, her cheeks rose-red! All manner lovelyness was in their sweetest sight. The locks, that o'er her brow fell down, were like the night, From out of which there shines a morning of delight.
John Payne's translation of The Book of the Thousand Nights and One Night, Volume II, opens with the sprawling 'History of King Omar Ben Ennuman and His Sons Sherkan and Zoulmekan,' a tale that immediately establishes a world of hyperbolic royal power: King Omar is described as one 'of the mighty giants' from whose nostrils sparks issue when angered. Payne's English prose, rendered in a formal, slightly archaic register, amplifies the epic scale—listing conquered lands from 'Hind and Sind and China' to 'the islands of the ocean'—while the narrative voice shifts between grand catalogues and intimate dialogue. The volume also contains embedded stories such as 'Taj El Mulouk and the Princess Dunya' and 'Aziz and Azizeh,' creating a Chinese-box structure typical of the Nights. Readers should attend to how Payne balances the frame tale's martial momentum with the lyrical digressions of its sub-narratives.
Payne's Diction and the Epic Register
Payne's lexical choices consistently elevate the narrative to a heroic plane. King Omar is not merely powerful but 'of the mighty giants'; his son Sherkan is 'one of the prodigies of the age.' The translator favors compound epithets and biblical cadences: 'God had subjected unto him all creatures.' This diction extends to battle scenes, where 'the weapons clashed' and 'blood flowing and necks bending' create a rhythmic, almost incantatory effect. Payne also incorporates Arabic honorifics and place names (e.g., 'the Well Zemzem and the Stead of Abraham'), preserving cultural specificity while maintaining an English that feels both antique and accessible. The result is a voice that suits the tale's grand ambitions without lapsing into parody.
Dialogue as a Window into Character
Dialogue in this volume reveals character through formalized patterns of speech. When the wounded Sherkan asks after the 'holy man'—actually a disguised female agent—the exchange is laden with dramatic irony: he kisses her hand and calls her 'O my son,' while she responds with pious exhortations ('it behoves thee to arm thyself with patience'). The false recluse's speech is marked by religious formulae ('chanting somewhat of the Koran'), which Payne renders with deliberate solemnity. In contrast, Zoulmekan's battle cries are direct and defiant: 'Where is Afridoun, that I may make him drink the cup of humiliation?' Such lines blend chivalric bravado with the Nights' characteristic love of metaphor. Payne's dialogue thus serves both to advance plot and to underscore the moral and emotional stakes of each encounter.
Descriptive Patterns: The Body and the Battlefield
Payne's descriptive passages rely on a limited but effective set of motifs. Physical prowess is conveyed through hyperbolic bodily imagery: King Omar's nostrils emit sparks; Sherkan's wound is treated with 'signs of the Compassionate One.' Battle descriptions emphasize sensory overload—'the roar of the battle' and 'blood flowing'—while the aftermath focuses on the weary bodies of the combatants. The text also uses similes drawn from Arabic poetic tradition, such as comparing a horse to 'Abjer, he that was Antar's horse,' grounding the fantastic in a shared literary heritage. These patterns create a cohesive sensory world where the body is both vulnerable and superhuman, and where every wound or recovery carries symbolic weight.
Nested Stories and Narrative Rhythm
Volume II exemplifies the Nights' characteristic embedding of tales within tales. The main narrative of King Omar and his sons is interrupted by stories like 'Taj El Mulouk and the Princess Dunya' and 'Aziz and Azizeh,' each with its own distinct voice and concerns. Payne signals these shifts through clear headings and transitional phrases, but the reader must remain alert to the frame's resumption. The embedded tales often mirror or comment on the main plot—for instance, themes of love, deception, and patience recur across levels. This structure creates a rhythm of suspense and respite, as the reader moves from the battlefield to the intimate spaces of romance or trickery. Payne's translation preserves these shifts without flattening them, allowing the volume to function as both a continuous epic and a collection of discrete marvels.
Readers of this volume should pay particular attention to the interplay between Payne's ornate prose and the raw energy of the source material. The translator's choices—from the epic register to the formalized dialogue—shape how we experience the tales' moral complexities and narrative surprises. Rather than seeking a single coherent plot, approach the book as a series of interlocking performances, where each storyteller (including Payne) vies for the listener's attention. The volume rewards those who savor its linguistic textures and who track how the frame tale's martial urgency gives way to the quieter, often more subversive voices of its embedded narrators.
Reading the layered revenge of King Omar and his sons, I remembered sitting on my grandmother’s porch, the same heavy heat pressing down, as I turned the pages of The Arabian Nights Entertainments — Volume 03 — Inside the Classic. That older edition had a softer paper smell, and its own ornate tangles of fate, which gave me that same slow ache of recognition—not for the story, but for how patiently a tale can wait inside another.
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