सारे गाँव में मथुरा का-सा गठीला जवान न था। कोई बीस बरस की उमर थी। मसें भीग रही थीं। गउएँ चराता, दूध पीता, कसरत करता, कुश्ती लड़ता था और सारे दिन बाँसुरी बजाता हाट में विचरता था। ब्याह हो गया था, पर अभी कोई बाल-बच्चा न था। घर में कई हल की खेती थी, कई छोटे-बड़े भाई थे।
Category: Arabic Folktales
The section contains Arabic folktales.
In a beautiful distant kingdom, of which there is a saying, that the sun on its everlasting green gardens never goes down, ruled, from the beginning of time even to the present day, Queen Phantasie.
Once upon a time, on a fine afternoon, the Caliph Chasid was seated on his sofa in Bagdad: he had slept a little, (for it was a hot day,) and now, after his nap, looked quite happy.
My father had a little shop in Balsora; he was neither rich, nor poor, but one of those who do not like to risk any thing, through fear of losing the little that they have.
I was born in Constantinople; my father was a Dragoman of the Ottoman Porte, and carried on, besides, a tolerably lucrative trade in essences and silk goods.