Synopsis: Hafiz, a rascally beggar on the periphery of the court of Baghdad, schemes to marry his daughter to royalty and to win the heart of the queen of the castle himself.
Director(s): William Dieterle
100 min


Once upon a time when old Baghdad

was new and shiny,

there was a beggar and what a rascal!

He called himself the king of beggars.

Having convinced himself that he was

a king of some kind,

He'd roam the streets at night

seeking adventure

disguised as a prince.

In a great palace in the city

lived a great lady.

A beautiful lady.

And she had quite a time

with this prince.

Of course, she didn't know

that he was only a beggar.

Her lord and master was

the Grand Vizier.

A very powerful man.

When you know him better,

you won't wonder that she wandered.

On the throne sat the young caliph,

ruler of this great empire.

But he was not content to sit and rule.

He wanted the truth about his kingdom

and his people.

And to learn the truth, he also roamed

the streets of Baghdad at night

disguised as a gardener's son.

And one day in this disguise,

he met his fate.

And adorable maid.

And who do you think she was?

None other than the daughter

of that rascal, the king of beggars.

Here is the fabulous old city.

Let's cross the river with this caravan

right into the exotic heart of romantic,

fantastic Baghdad.

A caravan!

Look, a whole dinar.

Dinar, bah. Pigeon food. Look here comes

the feed for elephants.

Round is the moon. 'Round goes the moon.

The wind and the rain and the moon

'round again.

Halt, the magical great of the earth.

Here's a creature who will

talk thy mother-in-law to death.

She puts on her best feathers,

and comes from nowhere

only to greet nobility.

A thousand blessings, my benefactor.

May the golden cupboards of the

water of life be open to thee.

Alms for the love...

The stench of my soul

increases from dawn to dawn.

Alms for the love of Allah.

Hurry, hurry, the buzzards

are waiting for thee.

Look, the rich dervish miser.

Not one dinar from him in twenty years.

I've been much too patient with him.

Get away from there, mongrel.

One moment, kind merchant,

in the name of Allah.

Must the poor give away their blessings

forever, oh great of heart?

Out of my way, beggar.

But this small boy looks hungry.

A little compassion.

Put that back.

As thou sayest.

Let the little boy starve.

What, already hatched?

How time flies.

Give me that.

- Very well, my friend, very well.

- No, give it to me.

All right, all right,

but don't let it fall.

You know how young it is.

It's just a baby.

How did the donkey's ear lay an egg?

You're holding up the caravan.

Out of the way.

A thousand pardons, kind merchant.

...Alms for the love of Allah...

Did you see that?

That thief.

Sharp eyes, sharp ears, very useful.


An embarrassment of riches.

Fate has been very kind.

Tonight I shall celebrate.

Moolah, take my place.

Moolah you can extract from the caravan.

Watch him, Feisal.

See he doesn't fall asleep.

You're not leaving with all these

fine pickings?.

I have a rendezvous.


To the caliph I may be dirt

but to dirt, I am the caliph.

Salam, dirt.

What are you doing up there, old cactus?

Looking for a sweetheart?

Never you do that again.


- My little lotus bud.

- Good evening, father.

Open your pretty lips, my little dove.

- Delicious.

- And why not, my pigeon?

It's mixed with sugar and vinegar

like the good and bad things in life.

Rose water to give it perfume,

and sweet seeds for flavor.

And it's all put together by honey bees

I have working for you

in a corner of the caliph's garden.

A special flock of bees?

Very special.

- And look what I'm making for you.

- Mm, delicious.

I thought you might come home late

and be ravenously hungry.

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