Note 127 — THE FISHERMAN AND THE JINNI.
Richard Francis Burton translation · Edition 2
"The dying Badawi to his tribe" (and lover) appears to me highly pathetic. The wild people love to be buried upon hill-slopes whence they can look down upon the camp; and they still call out the names of kinsmen and friends as they pass by the grave-yards. A similar piece occurs in Wetzstein (p. 27, "Reisebericht ueber Hauran," etc.):—
O bear with you my bones where the camel bears his load ✿ And bury me before you, if buried I must be;
And let me not be buried 'neath the burden of the vine ✿ But high upon the hill whence your sight I ever see!
As you pass along my grave cry aloud and name your names ✿ The crying of your names shall revive the bones of me:
I have fasted through my life with my friends, and in my death, ✿ I will feast when we meet, on that day of joy and glee.