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The Sailor and the Cursed Djinn
by Pretzelgirl
The following is a fragment of a story dating from the eighth century
A.D., perhaps originally intended as one of the "Thousand and One
Arabian Nights." This particular tale, of a hapless sailor not unlike the
famed Sinbad, comes from a rare translation of an incomplete Persian
work entitled "Hazar Afsana" -- a collection of middle-eastern folk legends
widely believed to have served as the basis for the later "Arabian Nights"
collection.
As with much of Arabic folk literature, this story was originally told
within the framework of another story. A character in a different drama
relates this as a didactic story to another character in order to express a
moral. This particular poem is part of a much wider epic, "The Tale of the
Porter, the Demon, and the Man-Eating Cyclops in the Valley of the
Singing Figs," and is actually sung by the figs during the course of their
tale. However the framework story has been omitted in this instance for
better clarity.
Some notes may be necessary for improved comprehension: the kingdoms
of Thamud and 'Ad are mentioned and were neighboring Arabian tribes
destroyed by natural disaster in pre-Islamic times. They are frequently
cited in Arabic literature as an example of Allah's wrath against the
unfaithful. The nation of Cathay is mentioned and was an early Turkish
term used throughout the Middle Ages to refer to China. And the verses
warning against the evils of Djinn are a paraphrased version of a story
from The Koran, Sura 15:27-33.
* * *
Praise to Allah, most merciful
And to his prophet be.
It was His will that might be shaped
A new destiny for me.
For as He raised the heavens high
And slew Thamud and 'Ad
He changed the course of my poor life.
He blessed me with new blood.
I was a simple sailing man
Who served a Merchant Prince.
And from Baghdad's most lively port
My tales do now commence.
Our ship was bound for Far Cathay
With spice and jewels and gold.
Our cargo was most wealthy.
Our spirits were most bold.
Yet Allah frowns on sins of pride
And avarice and greed --
Our vanities soon cast us in
A dreadful, dire need.
For when a fierce storm swept us out
Of sight from our homelands.
Our riches sank beneath the waves.
Our ship lost all her hands.
I alone survived this plight
And clung for life and limb
To a barrel which supported me
When I lost the will to swim.
For seven days and seven nights
Across a many a mile
I struggled to remain afloat
'Till cast on a desert isle.
I praised Allah for saving me --
I fell upon my knees.
Embraced the sand and kissed the stones,
The coral, rocks, and trees.
And there upon the white-sand beach,
This hallowed sun-warmed ground,
Half-buried 'neath an old seashell,
A silver ring I found.
No sooner had I placed this ring
Upon my shaking hand
Then a cloud of many-colored smoke
Spewed from the metal band.
A mighty Djinn, tall and fearsome
Appeared before mine eyes.
A sense of awe stole 'way my voice
As I watched the great one rise.
He spoke in tones measured and loud
"Three wishes I grant thee, man.
Be warned: they're not what ye expect --
Use caution if thou can!"
The Prophet warns us of these Djinn:
Their wicked, wiley ways.
A dealing with a fallen spirit
Wilt thou regret all thy days!
When Allah made all men and beasts
He made man supreme to all
Commanding that before us bow
All creatures, great and small.
But the Djinn fought back with wicked words:
"Thou mad'st us out of flame!
And mortal man from humble clay.
Ought we not be the same?"
So since ancient days it came to pass
That men rule all the Earth.
And the fallen spirits, crushed below
Hate us for all we're worth.
Yet, as bachelors do not choose their fate
When faced with women, wine, and dance,
So with this risk of sweet surcease
I chose to take a chance.
With tremulous hands I made my wish
This hope was all I had:
"I wish to be far from this place,
I wish to return to Baghdad."
This Djinn laughed heartily at my command
"From me you'll get no such thing!
The wishes you get come from, instead
The last owner of this ring."
Without the force of my own free will
My voice gushed forth again:
"I wish I were attracted to
Only kind and decent men."
The Djinn nodded his mighty head
And smiled his wicked grin.
Deep in my loins I felt a rush
Of new urges from within.
Then in another cloud of smoke
He vanished from my eyes.
Abandoning me, impervious to
My plaintive, woeful cries.
I suffered through the torturous nights
No pillow for my head
And in my dreams each night a different
Man wouldst share my bed.
Many days and nights would come to pass --
The ordeal always the same.
The Djinn had cursed me with the Love
That dare not speak its name.
'Till finally one day on these shores
A ship found me, alone.
And offered to return me to
My near-forgotten home.
The rescue ought have cheered my heart
Yet it brought me only shame.
For when I gazed upon these men
My heart leapt up in flame.
I watched aboard as they worked hard
Glistening in sweaty oil
Their bodies, musclar and strong
As they went through the day's toil.
I knew I must not speak my mind
To do so would be a sin.
Yet my heart and loins did stir for them;
I was turmoil within.
I went before the ship's captain
As I told him what had passed --
How I longed for love in his sailors' arms
He face turned white, aghast.
With no display of pity's sake
He ordered that I be
Cast overboard away from men
Into the wine-dark sea.
They seized and brought me up to near
The edges of the boat.
With no ceremony I was thrown
Into the sea again, afloat.
I happened to recall then, though
I still held that cursed ring
Floundering, I put in on my hand,
And from it the Djinn did spring.
"What will you, O master? What will you?"
The Djinn did boom to me.
"Two wishes remain for your use,
Though again, cursed they will be!"
I knew not down what road my next
Words might lead my life toward.
Yet I felt as though I had no choice
After being cast overboard.
"Mighty Djinn, help me!" I pled.
"Though the world think me stark raving mad
I wish to be safe from these waves and sharks;
I wish to return to Baghdad!"
The Djinn laughed cruelly at my request
"From me you'll get no such thing!
The wishes you get come from, instead
The last owner of the ring."
Again my sputtering voice lost it's will
I found myself forced to speak:
"I wish my face were prettier
than that of my sister Sharique!"
Instantly I felt my hair grow long
My throat grew tight and thin
The skin grew smooth around my face
where my moustache had been.
Though I could not see what had transpired
Still tossed at sea, awhirl.
I knew just what the Djinn had done.
I had the head of a young girl.
Again, for seven days and nights
I suffered a watery trial.
Struggling to remain afloat
'Till cast on yet another desert isle.
I gasped for air, fell on my knees.
I thanked Allah for my luck.
Then I gazed into the sea's mirror
And found myself awestruck.
My eyes were deep dark almonds.
My lips a petal-parted rose.
My forehead was smooth alabaster.
A delicate arch, my nose.
Sweet, innocent, and young I looked
An angel in men's eyes.
A divinely inspired creature
And a thing for man to prize.
I reveled in my newfound beauty
On my tropic island prison
That night joyous dreams spun 'round in my head
Till the sun had finally risen.
Silken veils, diaphanous gauze
Of soft and gentle fold --
This was my dress while I slept that night
In a graceful wonder untold.
Yet I awoke most rudely that morn
To a violent, wretched scent.
Rancid offal and rotting flesh
Filled the air with evil intent.
I rose and wandered a short ways
To the source of the awful smell.
Though be it camp of man, or nest of beast
I could not clearly tell.
Then from behind I was ambushed
By a frightening, hairy thing
Whose odor was strong enough to cause
My eyes to burn and sting.
He sniffed my hair intoxicatingly,
Seemed pleased by what he'd found.
This ugly, hairy, ape monster
Who'd pinned me to the ground.
He pressed his body hard on mine
To penetrate what was not there.
He tugged to yank from me my clothes
And lay my body bare.
He grunted twice, then licked my cheek
With warm and fleshy tongue.
Within my pocket I reached for
The ring that I had brung.
I slipped the band on yet again.
The Djinn once more appeared.
He'd likely just make me more girl --
At least that's what I feared.
But if that was now to be my fate
I'd have it through Djinn Magic.
For once this ape-man uncovered my loins
For me this could end most tragic.
The Djinn appeared in his cloud of smoke.
He boomed: "To hear is to obey!
One wish remains and thou know the terms.
Be careful what thou say!"
"I know you'll not grant what I desire
But give me a girl's wish instead,
Yet still I must wish to return to Baghdad
And end this ordeal!" I said.
The Djinn laughed gently at my words
"I'll do what I can to bring
What thou wants, though recall the words must abide
The last owner of the ring."
One last time my voice was controlled from beyond
A familiar relief, I confess
Swept my body as I heard my sweet voice say
"I wish I were a pretty princess."
The world all spun round; the ring disappeared.
The ape-man was nowhere to be found.
I was in a large chamber -- a magificent place
Where treasure and riches abound.
I looked down to the floor and saw velvet
Slippers encased my small feet.
My legs were covered in a long, gauzey skirt.
I wore anklets the color of wheat.
A loose silken tunic enveloped my chest,
Which had blossomed to an immodest size.
To any young man, my delightful form
I knew would his soul tantalize.
Into my room now strode the grand Sultan.
He cried "Light of existence!"
He kissed my cheek and then quickly motioned for
His aides to give me assistance.
As a swarm of royal attendants rushed in
And around me began to fawn
I gazed out the window 'cross a familiar landscape
And watched the rosey-fingered dawn.
When I saw the minarets that graced the scene
I knew the Djinn not to have been bad.
For though my wishes were cursed by perverted magic,
He did finally bring me home to Baghdad.
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