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Updated: June 4, 2025
"Alas!" answered the voice without, "the griefs of the beautiful Urad are my griefs; and the sorrows which afflict her, rend the soul of the wretched Darandu!"
"Nay," cried another, "I wish my old folks were as well bestowed." "Ay, true," answered two or three more, "we must look out a clever young fellow for Urad; whom shall she have?" "Oh, if that be all," said a crooked old maid, who was famous for match-making, "I will send Darandu to comfort her, before night; and, if I mistake not, he very well knows his business."
Early in the morning the fair Urad arose, and directed her steps to the rocks of the Tigris, either invited thither by the melancholy reflections which her departed mother occasioned, or willing to take a nearer and more unobserved view of the gentle Darandu.
And see, in this basket I have brought my provisions, some boiled rice, and a few fish, which my kind brother Darandu brought me this evening from the river Tigris." "Excuse me, kind Lahnar," answered Urad, "but I must refuse your offer. Grief has driven away appetite to aught but itself far from me, and I am not solicitous to take provisions which I cannot use."
Urad, though she could despise the trifling of her country neighbours, yet felt an oppression on her heart at the name of Darandu, who was a youth of incomparable beauty, and added to the charms of his person an engaging air, which was far above the reach of the rest of the country swains, who lived on those remote banks of the Tigris.
Urad ran forward and opened it, when the son of Houadir entered, and asked Urad the reason of her cries. "O thou blessed angel!" said Urad; "this wicked wretch is disguised in his sister's clothes." But Darandu was fled, as guilt is ever fearful, mean, and base. "Now, Urad," said the son of Houadir, "before you close your doors upon another man, let me resume my former features."
Upon which Urad looked, and beheld her old friend Houadir. At the sight of Houadir, Urad was equally astonished and abashed. "Why blushes, Urad?" said Houadir. "How, O genius," said Urad, "for such I perceive thou art how is Urad guilty? I invited not Darandu hither: I wished not for him." "Take care," answered Houadir, "what you say.
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