Malayan literature; comprising romantic tales, epic poetry and royal ...
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i6o MALAYAN LITERATURE<br />
words, went to the woman, <strong>and</strong> with a salutation said, '<br />
May<br />
I approach ? '<br />
'*<br />
The woman answered, '<br />
If it be by way of goodness, come/<br />
" He approached her <strong>and</strong> questioned her about her situa-<br />
tion.<br />
" The woman said :<br />
'<br />
I come from a far place ; <strong>and</strong> as it was<br />
dark when I arrived here, I could not enter the city. So I<br />
stopped at this place. My children <strong>and</strong> I are suffering from<br />
hunger <strong>and</strong> we cannot sleep.'<br />
" '<br />
The Caliph inquired, What is there in this kettle ? '<br />
" '<br />
The woman answered :<br />
Nothing but water. I put it in<br />
the kettle so that the children should imagine that I was cook-<br />
ing rice— perhaps, then, they would go to sleep <strong>and</strong> stop cry-<br />
ing so loudly.'<br />
" As soon as Omar had heard these words he returned<br />
promptly to the city of Medina. Arriving at a shop where<br />
they sold flour, be bought some <strong>and</strong> put it into a sack. In<br />
another shop he bought some meat. Then lifting the sack to<br />
his shoulders he carried it out of the city. I said to him :<br />
" ' O prince of the believers, give me this sack, that I may<br />
carry it for you.'<br />
" *<br />
If you bear the weight of this sack,' said his glorious<br />
Majesty to me, '<br />
who will bear the weight of my fault, <strong>and</strong><br />
who will clear me from the prayer of this woman in the afflic-<br />
tion of her heart when she complained to the Lord of my neg-<br />
'<br />
ligence ?<br />
"<br />
Omar, having said these words, continued to walk in tears<br />
until he had come near the woman <strong>and</strong> her children. Then<br />
he gave her the flour <strong>and</strong> the meat, <strong>and</strong> they ate till their hun-<br />
ger was appeased. The woman with a satisfied heart cried :<br />
" *<br />
May God the most high hear my prayer <strong>and</strong> render you<br />
benefits, since you are so full of compassion for the servants<br />
of God <strong>and</strong> are so much better than Omar.'<br />
" The Caliph said to her, ' O<br />
woman, blame not Omar, for<br />
"<br />
he knew not how you fared.'<br />
There was once a king in the country of Syria named Ma-<br />
lik-es-Saleh, very pious <strong>and</strong> just, <strong>and</strong> continually preoccu-<br />
pied with the state of his subjects. They say that every night<br />
he went to the mosque, cemeteries, <strong>and</strong> other solitary places,<br />
in search of strangers, fakirs, <strong>and</strong> poor people who had neither