the houses of the city and the lights of the bazar, appeared as if they were at the foot of it.  I was seated in a state of delight, with my arms round the youth’s neck; meanwhile, a woman, quite ugly, without form or shape, entered as it were from the chimney, with a bottle of wine in her hand; I was at that time greatly displeased at her sudden entrance, and on seeing her looks, my heart became alarmed.  Then, in confusion, I asked the young man, ’who is this precious hag; from whence have you grubbed her up?’ Joining his hands together, he replied, ’This is the slave who was bought with the garden through your generous assistance.’  I had perceived that the simpleton had bought her with much eager desire, and perhaps his heart was fixed on her; for this reason, I, suppressing my inward vexation, remained silent; but my heart from that moment was disturbed and displeasure affected my temper; moreover, the wretch had the impudence to make this harlot our cup-bearer.  At that moment I was drinking my own blood with rage, and was as uneasy as a parrot shut up in the same cage with a crow:  I had no opportunity of going away, and did not wish to stay.  To shorten the story, the wine was of the strongest description, so that on drinking it a man would become a beast.  She plied the young man with two or three cups in succession of that fiery liquor, and I also bitterly swallowed half a cupfull at the importunity of the youth; at last, the shameless harlot likewise got beastly drunk, and took very unbecoming liberties with that vile youth; and the mean wretch also, in his intoxication, having become regardless, began to be disrespectful, and behave indecently.

“I was so much ashamed, that had the earth opened at the moment I would have willingly jumped into it; but in consequence of my passion for him, I, infatuated, even after all these circumstances, remained silent.  However, he was completely a vile wretch, and did not feel the value of my forbearance.  In the fervour of intoxication, he drank off two cups more, so that his little remaining sense vanished, and he completely drove from his heart all respect for me.  Without shame, and in the rage of lust, the barefaced villain consummated before me his career of infamous indecency with his hideous mistress, who, in that posture, began to play off all the blandishments of love, and kissing and embracing took place between the two.  In that faithless man no sense of honour remained; neither did modesty exist in that shameless woman; ‘As the soul is, so are the angels.’ [181] My state [of mind] at the time was like that of a songstress who having [lost the musical time,] sings out of tune.  I was invoking curses on myself for having come there, saying that I was properly punished for my folly.  At last, how could I bear it?  I was on fire from head to foot, and began to roll on live coals.  In my rage and wrath I recollected the proverb, that ’It is not the bullock that leaps, but the sack; [182] whoever has seen a sight like this?’ in saying this to myself, I came away thence.