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    The Sixth Voyage of Sindbaad of the Sea: 
    Sindbaad on the Island of Sarandeeb 
      On 
      the 559th Night contd ... 
      "Now Sindbaad
      stated the account of his sixth voyage - "I 
      remained in Bagadaad enjoying
      for some time, then one day a group of merchants came to me and told their 
      tales of tgravel, so I again had a desire to go on a voyage, so I again
      collected the things and goods and went to Basaraa, where I embarked on a 
      ship and started our voyage." 
      On 
      the 560th Night 
      "So 
      after embarking the ship with my bales, we left Basaraa in safety, we 
      continued our journey from city to city, sea to sea, island to island, 
      selling and buying and viewing different places. 
      We
      earned a lot, till one day, when the Master of the ship called out, threw
      down his turban, slapped his face and fell down because of rage and grief.
      So all the merchants asked him - "O Master, What is the matter?"
      He said - "We have wandered from our course from the sea in which we
      were last, and now we have entered a sea which we do not know. And if God
      will not deliver us from this sea soon, we will all perish. So pray God
      that He may save us." The Master wanted to loose the sails but the
      wind was violent upon the ship and drove her back that her back struck a
      mountain. At this the Master came down from the mast saying - "No one
      is able to prevent what is predestined." The ship went to pieces, its
      planks scattered , and all that was in it was submerged. The merchants
      fell into the sea, some of them were drowned, some caught hold of that
      mountain and landed upon it. 
      I
      landed on the mountain and within it was a large island. By it were many
      vessels broken into pieces and upon the mountain were numerous goods 
      scattered here and there - thrown up by
      the sea. I ascended to the upper part of the island and walked about it
      and found a stream of sweet water flowing from beneath the mountain and
      disappearing at the furthest part of the mountain. All the other passengers
      also went over the mountain. Everybody was confounded at what he saw -
      various kinds of jewels and minerals (jacinth, large pearls etc etc). They were
      there like gravels in the channels of the water. On the island, there was
      a gushing spring of crude ambergris, which was flowing like wax, and the
      sea animals were coming up and swallowed it and went in again. But they
      feel hot after eating it, so they will throw it out in the sea. after
      coming out it will change its color and the waves will throw it again on
      the shore. The merchants and the travelers who knew it, collected it and 
      sold it. 
      We
      collected a small quantity of provisions and we used it sparingly eating
      it every day or in two days. But we were weak for colic because of sea 
      sickness and low diet, so our members started dying, one by one. Each one of that died we washed him, wrapped
      up in the cloth which the sea cast on the shore. Thus we did until a great
      number of us died." 
      On 
      the 561st Night 
      "When 
      the last member of our party had died, and only I remained on the island with very
      little provision, I wept for myself. Then I arose and dug a deep grave for 
      myself and said to myself - "When I will be sick, I will lie down in this 
      grave and die in it and the wind will cover my body by throwing sand on 
      me." Again I blamed myself for this situation, because I had been 
      suffering for all the voyages and still I chose to travel. There was not 
      even one voyage without suffering. I did not believe that I could escape, 
      but Allaah is Great. 
      I
      thought in my mind that this river should have a beginning and an end and
      it must have a place where it should pass through inhabited place. So I
      planned to make raft and cast it upon this river and row in it. And if I
      find no way of saving myself, I will die in this river. So I arose and
      constructed a raft to suite the river, less wide than the river. I took
      some valuables, large pearls, jewels etc plus the remaining provision and
      launched the raft in the river. The raft started taking me beneath the
      mountain where the sides of the raft rubbed against the sides and my head
      rubbed against the roof of the channel. 
      Now I
      was unable to return and again I blamed myself for this, because if the
      place became narrower than this raft then how this raft will pass through and since it
      could not return, it means I will perish there only. I threw myself on the
      raft my, face down and it continued to proceed without my knowledge of day
      and night because of the darkness. The intensity of the darkness wearied
      and distressed me excessively, so I lay upon the raft face down. 
      At
      length I awoke and I saw an extensive tract and the raft tied to the shore
      of an island and around me was a company of some Indians and Abyssinians.
      When they saw me, they ran towards me and tried to talk to me in their 
      language which I could not understand. Then a man came to me and talked to 
      me in Arabic language - "Peace be on you, Who are you, Where have you come 
      from, and what is the purpose of your coming here?  We have never 
      seen anybody coming here." 
      I said 
      - "Peace be upon you. Who are you and which country is this?" He replied - 
      "We are farmers and have come to irrigate our fields and found you asleep 
      on the raft, so we pulled it to the shore. So that you can wake up at your 
      leisure. But now tell us from where have you come?" I said
      - "I request you to give me some food before I speak something, because I am very hungry, then
      you may ask me whatever you want." So he quickly brought some food
      for me and I ate to my satisfaction. I rejoiced at my passing this river, 
      I thanked Allaah,
      and I told them everything what happened to me." 
      On 
      the 562nd Night 
      Next 
      night Shaharzaad again continued the account of Sindbaad's sixth voyage - 
      "When I found myself on the shore among Indians and Abyssinians and they 
      had comforted me, then they talked among
      themselves and decided to take me to their King. So they took me, along
      with my raft and all that was on it, to their King, who was the King of Sarandeeb (Ceylon). He saluted me and welcomed me asked me about myself. I
      gave him something from my treasure, which I brought on my raft - jewels 
      ambergris etc, to him as a gift. He accepted them and
      treated me with honor. He lodged me in his palace. 
      The
      island of Sarandeeb is under the equatorial line - the day is of 12 hours
      and the night also is 12 hours. Its length is 80 leagues and its breadth
      is 30 leagues and it extends between two lofty mountains. This mountain
      can be seen from a distance of three days. It has several minerals, trees,
      and spices. In its rivers are diamonds and in its valley are pearls. I 
      climbed up a mountain and had a good view of the land of this island. Then I
      went to the King and he asked me about my country. I told him about our 
      Caliph and the country and in turn I also asked about heir customs. The 
      king like the Caliph and he said - "You have made me to like your Caliph 
      so I wish to send some presents to him through you." I said "Sure."  
      I 
      lived there for some time that one day we heard the news that one ship was 
      about to sail to Basaraa. So I asked the King to go back to my country. He permitted me
      and gave me many presents from his treasury. He gave me a present and a
      sealed letter for our Caliph also and said to me - "Give these to your Caliph Haaroon al-Rasheed
      with my many salutations." Then he wrote a letter for me also on the
      skin of Khaavee which is finer than parchment. He wrote to the Caliph -
      "Peace be with you. From the King of India. We have sent you a small
      present, accept it from us. You are like a brother and friend to us, but
      we beg you to accept this graciously." The present was a cup of ruby,
      a span high, the inside of which was embellished with pearls and a bed
      covered with the skin of serpent that swallows the elephant. His skin had
      the spots like gold pieces and whoever sits upon it never become diseased,
      and a 100,000 Miskals (1 Miskal=5 gram) of Indian lign-aloes, and a slave girl like the
      shining Moon. Then he bade me farewell. 
      I came
      to Bagadaad, met my family and my brothers. I took the presents myself to
      the Caliph. He got very happy to receive them and asked me - "Sindbaad,
      Is it true what the King has written in his letter?" I said - "Yes, I
      myself have witnessed the kingdom much more than what he has written in his letter. He
      is the King like of which neither Solomon nor any Mahaaraaj possessed."
      Then he became silent but one behind him said - "He will die. I 
      repeat he will die" Then
      one behind him said - "Who does not die?"   
      I said - "There
      is no Qaazee in his kingdom and all people can distinguish the truth from
      the falsehood." The Caliph got very surprised to hear this, he said -
      "By Allaah, he has been endowed with great wisdom and dominion."
      Then he asked me to go home, so I came back home. My friends and relations 
      came to see me. I distributed many presents to them. and started living like
      before. After a while I forgot all the troubles of my voyage. So such was 
      the journey, now tomorrow I will tell you the account of my seventh voyage 
      which is more wondrous than all the last six voyages." 
      Then 
      he asked to lay the table, all had food and drink. After which he gave the 
      porter 100 Deenaar as usual and the porter came back to his home." 
      Shaharzaad saw the morning broke so she stopped her story telling. 
        
      
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