o deat ttom of a ate of a lovelorn Mejnun befriending a iger and a mountain goat in t; ture and ful ss a so tes ; teardrop border illuminations; te players t embellisic poems; tations t ens of turist apprentices; ts secretly ten betrations; tures  ts, under t, beneats covering lovers; tiently aing Our Sultan’s late grandfatoriously marcress; tents t even in your youtrate and t appeared in t of Our Sultan’s great-grandfat  tails, ed teeted nails; ties of birds including Solomon’s s and restless dogs; fast-moving clouds; tures; teurisens of te trees ience of Job; the palaces—and

    time of tamerlane or Sa accompanied stories from mucens of tening to music played by beautiful ting on magnificent carpets in fields of florees; traordinary pictures of ceramics and carpets t oion to tice illustrators from Samarkand to Islambol beaten to t of tears over t one y years; tes t you still depict ounding scenes of deating sultans, and artled fleeing gazelles, your dying sies, your ss t glimmer as if nigself ars, your glike cypresses, your red-tinted pictures of love and deat, all of it will vanish…”

    Raising t, ruck me on trength.

    I tottered for a  I could never even o describe. tire o yelloion of my mind assumed t ttack entional; yet, along —anotering part of my mind, in a sad sed to say to to be my murderer: “tacked me in error.”

    again and broug down upon my head.

    time, even tering part of my mind understood t take, but madness and  migerrified by tate of