Seest not that musk, the nut-brown musk, e’er claims the highest price, ✿ Whilst for a load of whitest lime none more than dirham bids?
And while white speck upon the eye deforms the loveliest youth, ✿ Black eyes discharge the sharpest shafts in lashes from their lids.
Quoth her master, “Sit thee down: this much sufficeth.” So she sat down and he signed to the fat girl, who rose——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
Now when it was the Three Hundred and Thirty-sixth Night,
She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that the man of Al-Yaman, the master of the handmaids, signed to the fat girl who rose and, pointing her finger at the slim girl, bared her calves and wrists and uncovered her stomach, showing its dimples and the plump rondure of her navel. Then she donned a shift of fine stuff, that exposed her whole body, and said:—Praised be Allah who created me, for that He beautified my face and made me fat and fair of the fattest and fairest; and likened me to branches laden with fruit, and bestowed upon me abounding beauty and brightness: and praised be He no less, for that He hath given me the precedence and honoured me, when He mentioneth me in His holy Book! Quoth the Most High, “And he brought a fatted calf.”[[369]] And He hath made me like unto a vergier full of peaches and pomegranates. In very sooth even as the townsfolk long for fat birds and eat of them and love not lean birds, so do the sons of Adam desire fat meat and eat of it. How many vauntful attributes are there not in fatness, and how well saith the poet:—
Farewell thy love, for see, the Cafilah’s[[370]] on the move: ✿ O man, canst bear to say adieu and leave thy love?
‘Tis as her going were to seek her neighbour’s tent, ✿ The gait of fat fair maid, whom hearts shall all approve.
Sawest thou ever one stand before a flesher’s stall but sought of him fat flesh? The wise say, “Joyance is in three things, eating meat and riding meat and putting meat into meat.”[[371]] As for thee, O thin one, thy calves are like the shanks of sparrows or the pokers of furnaces; and thou art a cruciform plank or a piece of flesh poor and rank; there is naught in thee to gladden the heart; even as saith the poet:—
With Allah take I refuge from whatever driveth me ✿ To bed with one like footrasp[[372]] or the roughest ropery:
In every limb she hath a horn that butteth me whene’er ✿ I fain would rest, so morn and eve I wend me wearily.