WHEN the sun was set, and night arrived, Khojisteh, whose heart was inflamed with love, went to the parrot to ask leave, saying, “I have great confidence in your wisdom, and therefore I wait on you every night; if you will not now give me good counsel, and grant me assistance, when will you?” The parrot said, “It is on your account, Khojisteh, that my heart is thus afflicted, and for this reason I shall be unhappy as long as I live. Every night I tell you to go to your lover; but you delay, and listen to my tales. If perchance your secret should be divulged, I will teach you a trick whereby you will avoid all trouble and disgrace; just as the jackal taught the merchant's daughter a trick, and gave her good advice.” Khojisteh asked, “What is the story of the merchant's daughter and the jackal? tell it at full length.”
The parrot began, “In a city was an ameer, who
had a son, an ugly person, and of a bad disposi-
When the parrot had finished this tale, he said to Khojisteh, “Now is a good time: arise, and go to your sweet-heart: don't be in the least anxious; for if any difficulty should present itself to you, I will teach you a stratagem.” Khojisteh wished to have gone; at which time the cock crowed, and morning appearing, her departure was deferred.