FAIRYTALE: The Nightingale

APERO FUBLIC.- Once there was a fat old merchant whose father died and left him much money. He owned many shops in which he sold expensive rugs. fine silk and jewels.

The old man and his wife had no children although they prayed each day for a son, said the merchant too hi" Each month he traveled to cities far from his home. he bought carpets from Persia. Silk from China and satin coats from Turkiye with which he filled his shops. people came from distant lands to buy from him for the merchant was known for his good taste and honesty.

"On each journey, he always bought something for his wife. One day, he bought her a nightingale in a large, silver cage. it was a magnificent cage. the roof was made of silver plate and the floor of the cage was covered with gold. this is for you, wife. He said, there was nothing too good for the bird. a special servant fed it twice a day's wife.

“Bringing the bird seeds in a mother-of-pearl shell. the cage was kept spotless - the nightingale sang all day. it had not a care in the world.

“Why, its life in my house is better than that of my servants from India. said the merchant to his wife one day.

“It's true, the bird is well cared for and you can see how happy it is by the way it sings. Said his wife, smiling.

“The nightingale overheard them talking and thought sadly to himself. nothing makes me happier than to be free.

“But when the merchant asked the bird if it was happy living in his home. the nightingale replied. master, you are the world's most generous man. how could I not be happy in such a home? this made the merchant happy for the nightingale had taken the place of the son he had never had.

“One day marchant announced that he had to go on a long journey overseas. I've heard that there are rare gems there. I wish to buy some for my shops. he told his wife. So, preparations were made for the journey which would take several weeks.

“One day the merchant was feeding the nightingale when the bird said. master, take me with you. you're going to the land I was born in. I left it when I was very young for a merchant sold me. the merchant shook his head. the bird had become very precious to him and his wife.

“My wife would miss you and besides, the journey would take many weeks. what if you fell ill and died? she'd never forgive me. He said, the bird bowed its head and said nothing.

“The next day, the merchant was ready to leave on his long journey. he noticed how sad the nightingale looked. tell me what you'd like as a present from your country. he asked the bird.

“Master, you've always treated me well. there's nothing I want. but would you do me a great favour? I've many relatives who live in the pomegranate garden. please see them and tell them that I send my good wishes to them. tell them that I'm very well and have the best master in the world. said the bird.

“Certainly, I shall. I'll also tell them what a beautiful home you live in and how happy are here. said the merchant, smiling.

“After many weeks, the merchant arrived in the capital city. he spent some time doing business and buying goods for his shops. the day before he was to leave, he suddenly remembered his promise to the nightingale. do you know where the pomegranate garden is? he asked the hotel keeper.

“The hotel-keeper told him where to go and the merchant set off. he walked for some time and it was a hot day. he stopped to rest. he saw a man selling drinks. he bought a glass of cool fruit juice and drank it thirstily. tell me, where is this garden-the pomegranate garden where the nightingales live? he asked.

“Just behind those gates. said the man. pointing to some heavy iron gates opposite. the merchant thanked him and hurried across.  it was already getting quite late.

“He opened the gates and went in. There were beds full of fragrant flowers. the trees hung with all types of fruit. on every tree and every branch, there were nightingales. the air was filled with merry singing.

“One nightingale flew from tree to tree. coming closer and closer to have a better look at the merchant. how sweetly it sings. it must be a relative of the nightingale at home. thought the merchant to himself.

“Excuse me, but I have a message from a brother of yours who lives in a lovely, silver cage in my home. my wife and I are very fond of it. a special servant takes care of it. I think it's better off there than here. as it gets a great deal of care and attention from us. said the merchant your brother sends his good wishes.

“The nightingale heard these words but said nothing. Instead, it fell to the ground as if something had hit it. it lay there as if it was dead. its wings were spread out. its beak wide open it did not move.

“The merchant was very upset. oh, dear, I think the shock of hearing about his brother must have been too much he said. tenderly he picked the bird up and laid it in some, bushes. but the nightingale was not dead. Instead, it flew from tree to tree singing merrily. where are you going? tell me what I must say to your brother, he said.

“But the bird did not reply. it flew away singing happily. puzzled, the merchant left the garden when he returned home, he went to see the nightingale.

“Well, master. did you give my relatives my best wishes? how are they? asked the bird eagerly.

“I told all your relatives about you but one of your brothers behaved very strangely. said the merchant.

Why, what did my brother say? asked the bird curiously. that's just it. he didn't say anything. when I said how happy you were here and what a fine cage you like in, he didn't even bother to listen. and then he pretended to be dead. he dived, with his wing spread. thinking he was dead I laid him in some bushes. no sooner had I done that when he suddenly came to life and flew away. singing merrily. he behaved most rudely. he didn't even ask how you were. said the merchant angrily.

“The nightingale heard all this in silence. it thought longly of its home across the seas. it was very sad and it neither ate nor drank. the next morning, when the servant came to feed it, he found the bird lying at the bottom of the cage. its beak was wide open and its wings spread out. it appeared to be dead.

“When the merchant and his wife were told, they hurried to the cage. they tried everything they could to bring the bird back to life. water was poured into the bird's beak but it trickled down side. gently the merchant laid the nightingale in the sunshine. thinking that the warm sun would give it life. But still, the bird lay as if dead.

“His wife began to cry. it has given us such pleasure for so many months - with its fine singing. I am so sad that it has died.

That afternoon the servant took the body of the bird and threw it on a rubbish heap. As soon as the bird landed on the heap it came to life. it flew round and round the garden and singing and calling out. thank you, master, for everything. my brother did send me a message although you did not understand it being free to live with all the birds in the pomegranate garden was much better than life in a silver cage, no matter how comfortable it was, said the nightingale. As it flew merrily off to its own home across the seas.

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Palembang, 8 April 2020.

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