Prevod

The vizier said to him, “I have heard, O King, that there was a bathhouse keeper whose establishment was frequented by great men and dignitaries. One day a handsome young man, the son of a vizier, came to him. The youth was stout and heavy of body, and the bathhouse keeper stood ready to attend him. When the young man stripped off his clothes, the bathhouse keeper could not see his member, for it was hidden between his thighs by his great bulk, and nothing showed but something the size of a hazelnut. The bathhouse keeper began sighing and striking one hand against the other. Seeing him, the young man asked, ‘What troubles you, bathhouse keeper? Why do you sigh?’ He replied, ‘My lord, I sigh for you, because you are so sorely afflicted: with all your prosperity, your good looks, and your great beauty, you have nothing with which to enjoy yourself as other men do.’ The young man said, ‘What you say is true, but you have reminded me of something I had overlooked.’ ‘And what is that?’ asked the bathhouse keeper. ‘Take this dinar,’ he replied, ‘and bring me a pretty woman, so that I may try myself with her.’ The bathhouse keeper took the dinar and went to his wife, saying, ‘Wife, a young man, the son of a vizier, has come to my bathhouse. He is like the moon on the night of its fullness, but he has no member like other men, only a little thing the size of a hazelnut. I felt sorry to see his youth so wasted. He gave me this dinar and asked me to bring him a woman with whom he might try himself. You have a better right to the dinar than anyone else. There is no harm in it, and I shall keep your secret. Sit with him for an hour, amuse yourself at his expense, and take this dinar from him.’ The bathhouse keeper’s wife took the dinar from him, then rose, adorned herself, and put on her finest clothes, for she was a beauty without equal in her day. She went out with her husband, who brought her to the vizier’s son in a secluded room. When she came before him and saw what a handsome young man he was, like the moon at its fullest, she was dazzled by his beauty and grace.

The moment the young man looked at her, he lost his wits and all his senses. They stayed together and locked the door upon themselves. Then he took the young woman, drew her to his breast, and embraced her, and his member rose up like that of a donkey. He mounted the bathhouse keeper’s wife and lay upon her for a long while, as she wept and cried out beneath him, tossing and struggling. The bathhouse keeper began calling to her, saying, ‘Umm Muhammad, that is enough! Come out! Your nursing child has been waiting too long.’ The young man said to her, ‘Go out to your child, then come back.’ But she replied, ‘If I leave you, my soul will depart my body. As for my child, I would sooner let him cry himself to death or grow up an orphan without a mother.’ She remained with the young man until he had satisfied his desire with her ten times, while her husband stood outside the door, calling, shouting, weeping, and crying for help, but no help came. He went on in this way, saying, ‘I have brought about my own ruin!’ Yet he could find no way to reach his wife. At last, overwhelmed by anguish and jealousy, the bathhouse keeper climbed to the roof of the bathhouse, flung himself down, and died.