The dervish said no more, and I had nothing to reply.  He left me to myself overwhelmed with confusion, and plunged in inexpressible grief.  After he had collected my camels, he drove them away, and pursued the road to Bussorah.

I cried out loudly as he was departing, and entreated him not to leave me in that miserable condition, but to conduct me at least to the first caravanserai; but he was deaf to my prayers and entreaties.  Thus deprived of sight and all I had in the world, I should have died with affliction and hunger, if the next day a caravan returning from Bussorah had not received me charitably, and brought me back to Bagdad.

After this manner was I reduced without remedy from a condition worthy the envy of princes for riches and magnificence, though not for power, to beggary without resource.  I had no other way to subsist but by asking charity, which I have done till now.  But to expiate my offence against God, I enjoined myself, by way of penance, a box on the ear from every charitable person who should commiserate my condition.

“This, commander of the faithful, is the motive which seemed so strange to your majesty yesterday, and for which I ought to incur your indignation.  I ask your pardon once more as your slave, and submit to receive the chastisement I deserve.  And if you vouchsafe to pronounce any thing beyond the penance I have imposed upon myself, I am ready to undergo it, since I am persuaded you must think it too slight and much too little for my crime.”

The blind man having concluded his story, the caliph said, “Baba Abdoollah, your sin has been great; but God be praised, you feel the enormity of your guilt, and your penance proves your repentance.  You must continue it, not ceasing to ask of God pardon in every prayer your religion obliges you to say daily:  but that you may not be prevented from your devotions by the care of getting your living, I will settle a charity on you during your life, of four silver dirhems a day, which my grand vizier shall give you daily with the penance, therefore do not go away, but wait till he has executed my orders.”

At these words, Baba Abdoollah prostrated himself before the caliph’s throne, returned him thanks, and wished him all happiness and prosperity.

The caliph, very well satisfied with the story of Baba Abdoollah and the dervish, addressed himself to the young man who used his mare so ill, and asked him his name; to which he replied, it was Syed Naomaun.

“Syed Naomaun,” resumed the caliph, “I have seen horses exercised all my life, and have often exercised them myself, but never in so barbarous a manner as you yesterday treated your mare in the full square, to the great offence of all the spectators, who murmured loudly at your conduct.  I myself was not less displeased, and had nearly, contrary to my intention, discovered who I was, to have punished your cruelty.  By your air and behaviour you do not seem to be a barbarous or cruel man; and therefore I would fain believe that you had reason for what you did, since I am informed that this was not the first time, but that you practise the same treatment every day.  I would know what is the cause, and sent for you for that purpose, that you should tell me the truth, and disguise nothing from me.”