[Pramāṇa](https://indike.org/pramana/) › [Foreign](https://indike.org/pramana/inf) › [Islamic world](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl) › [Persian](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa) › [Story books adapted from India](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa) › [سندبادنامه](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa.sindbadnama) › [English (machine translation)](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa.sindbadnama~en-mt) › 256 # سندبادنامه 256 English (machine translation) 256 - **Language:** English ### [256.1](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa.sindbadnama~en-mt.256.1) Are you a houri that fled the garden of Riḍwān, / or a beauty that fled the tent of the Khaqan? Or has King Solomon come to life again, / and you fled before Solomon like a fairy? ### [256.3](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa.sindbadnama~en-mt.256.3) \[Image: page 151\] ### [256.4](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa.sindbadnama~en-mt.256.4) The moon belongs in heaven, and the houri in paradise; what are you doing in the wilderness?" The slave-girl said: "One day I looked out from atop the palace; I saw the beauty of your face and the shape of your hair, so that the sun was abashed before the light of your cheek, and out of jealousy of your beauty the moon's foot remained stuck in the mire; the scent of your hair reached the musk-deer's navel and turned to blood; and my heart's blood came forth through my eyes, the reflection of your face fell upon it, and it turned to ruby; love for your beauty became my driver and attractor, and like the essence of a magnet drew my heart to itself; like straw toward amber and like a nightingale toward a rose, I set forth, stepped onto the path, and turned my face toward the Kaaba of union: ## Linked texts (1) - [سندبادنامه](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa.sindbadnama.256.1) — Ẓahīrī Samarqandī, Persian --- Source: [https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa.sindbadnama~en-mt.256](https://indike.org/pramana/inf.isl.fa.qissa.sindbadnama~en-mt.256) · Pramāṇa