The Thief of Bagdad Page #5

this magnificent collection.

He/it is

that this miracle exists.

An automaton

more beautiful than mine?

Knowing

your interest on the subject,

I brought it with me.

Show it to me, quickly.

I am in a hurry to see that.

That I am in a hurry to see that!

If His/her/its Size

wants to carry up it.

What is he/it going to make?

Will II advance?

Will he/it rear?

Will II move the tail?

Is not he/it going to kick, hey?

I must confess

that I am nervous

so much that I don't know well

a horse.

He/it has a sacred spring.

Overlap it, I pray you.

Now?

Pull on the reins!

It is marvelous,

I am a bird!

I am the king of the birds!

I want it, I need it.

Demand what you want.

He/it is yours.

I don't ask

that a thing in return.

What you will want.

Your daughter.

My daughter?

Big God...

It is very troublesome.

Why my daughter?

To found a dynasty.

Of course, of course.

A dynasty...

I understand that.

Very pleasing.

I have myself tried

several times

and I only have a girl.

She/it is the personified misfortune.

His/her/its eyes are on familiar terms...

His/her/its eyes are sumptuous,

his/her/its eyebrows are such

of the crescent moons,

his/her/its body is slim.

What do you know of it?

- I saw it.

- Impossible.

- I saw it.

- Where?

In my ball of crystal.

That the devil carries away it!

That he/it carries away

all balls of crystal!

Are you magician?

I have some grants.

Don't tell to some more.

I need this horse,

you will have my daughter.

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Not question,

rather the death.

I will go to my sister,

in Samarkand.

She/it will protect me.

Turn over to the garden,

you will find there

the one that one took

for a genius.

Tell to him that I will wait for it

in Samarkand.

Well, mistress.

Your Size,

the princess is untraceable.

One searched the garden,

there were two beggars.

Bring them!

Jaffar!

Finally

there are us face-to-face,

man to man.

A sword!

Allah will judge, noble sultan.

I say truly,

my eyes are witnesses of it.

Ahmad!

My eyes!

I am blind!

Noble sultan,

I know the truth!

Learn that this man is!

And that is this one!

Son of dog...

By my magic incantation,

take the shape

of your forebears

and bark to the moon.

Such is my malediction:

You will remain a dog

and you, you will walk

in darkness

so much that she/it won't be

in my arms.

Here is, my benefactresses,

why

we browse the world

in search of a lost love,

no without hope,

because without hope

there would not be anything.

Allah is merciful.

Him the East, undoubtedly,

because this love is here.

Don't be played of me.

On no account. Your princess

has been sold like slave.

To a rich merchant from here.

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