WHEN the sun descended into the west, and the moon rose in the east, Khojisteh went to the parrot to ask leave. Seeing the parrot sitting pensive, she said, “Why are you thoughtful?” The parrot replied, “You are of a great family, I know not whether your lover is also of noble descent. If his family is found to be great, like yours, there can be no harm in forming a friendship with him, nay it is desirable; but otherwise it should be avoided.” Khojisteh answered, “Alas! guardian of my secret, you say true; how can I learn his character?” The parrot answered, “A man's virtues and vices are discovered by his conversation; but have you not heard the story of the jackal?” Khojisteh desired to hear it.
The parrot said, “A jackal had made a practice of
going to a city, where he thrust his muzzle into
vessels belonging to different people. One night,
according to custom, he went to the house of an
indigo-maker, and having thrust his head into a
jar of indigo, it happened that he fell in bodily,
and found great difficulty in getting out again:
his whole body was dyed blue. When he went
to the desert, all the beasts, seeing such a wonder-
The parrot, having finished the story, said to Kho-