The Thief of Bagdad Page #2

"Cloud as strong

that a rock under snow

"from where he/it will shoot the arrow

"justicire

who will hit the tyrant."

The tyrant's name?

Ahmad!

I dream of a miracle.

That he/it dies today.

Stop it.

Throw it in jail.

If he/it tells himself/itself king,

call it madman.

Kill anyone

comes to his/her/its help.

I understood then

that he/it was bad.

He/it had deceived me

to trap me better.

One threw me in jail...

and there, my life began indeed

because I knew there

the one that became my only friend,

Abu,

the small thief of Baghdad.

One doesn't throw

that the small in jail.

No, not the jail!

Advance, thief!

First cut him the hands,

then the legs

and finally the head.

I don't want to die!

Tomorrow morning.

As for the mad,

our sultan is generous,

only the head.

To the sunrise.

You became madman.

Me? Would I be mad?

It is you the mad.

Are you indeed?

It is that, I am mad.

I must be he.

The maddest

of the mad of the palace.

You are mad, really mad.

What imports?

Tomorrow, unless the sun

don't rise, one will die.

The thief and the mad...

I don't want to die.

You are not mad

and we will survive maybe

at dawn.

We will have died at dawn!

To the dawn,

we will take a boat

and we will go toward the sea.

I never saw the sea

but I heard

of the sailors to speak of it.

There are fish

big as the temple

and of others, small as my finger,

with wings.

There are some boats

as big as Baghdad,

to the veils

big as clouds

and that spin

as quickly as of the antelopes

until the islands of the Indies

and of China.

The Indies and China...

Whereas we are in jail.

The ax will fall at dawn.

And you pretend

not to be mad!

Watch!

It is the key of the jail.

Give it to me!

One is not able to

to leave now.

- Why?

- Wait.

They are going to eat

and after them will fall asleep.

Then one will leave.

Quickly, take this paddle!

Pass me the rope!

Do you want us to make kill?

You believe

what they would have mercy?

If the king knew,

would not he/it have mercy?

The king was a silly.

I hope that he/it suffers to death.

Do you hate it so much?

Everybody hated it.

So only

I could hold it there,

I would tell to him

my way of thinking.

Tell it to me,

I am king Ahmad.

Speak!

King Ahmad died yesterday.

Jaffar is the new king.

Watch!

Jaffar

would never have sent

the whole care

for me all alone.

Mercy, master.

I am your slave.

Punish me slightly

and I will pay for double tax.

How are you called?

Abu the thief,

son of Abu the thief,

grandson of Abu the thief.

Last of ten children

with the hunger pegged to the body.

Raise you, my friend.

Let's go back to Baghdad.

Are you completely silly?

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