THEGARDENER
AND THE FAKIR
                               gloves. Every year, the
                               sultan, who was already
                               immeasurably wealthy,
 nce upon a time,              received ever more
 somewhere in the east,        gold       candlesticks,
 there lived a very rich       pieces ofjewellery and
 sultan. He was so             precious jewels.
 unbelievably rich that           One day an emir
 even the country's flag       came to visitwho gave
 was      studded       with   the sultan a small box.
 diamonds.                     The sultan opened it
    Sometimes an emir          eagerly. He expected a
 —       a      sort      of   gold ring, a silver
 under"sultan — would          watch or a diamond,
 come to visit and tell        but instead, there was a
 him whether the wheat         kind of onion in the
 harvest     had       been    box.
 successful or if the             Taken aback, the
 children were working         sultan looked at the
 hard at school. That          emir. 'M/hat is this?'
 sort of thing.
                                  'l understand your
    These emirs always         surprise,    oh      great
 brought along a present       Sultan,' said the emir
 for the sultan. That was      quickly, (but it is a tulip
 the custom. Mostly            bulb. It must be planted
 these      were        very   in the ground and then
 expensive           things,   a wonderfully beautiful
 because... well... you        flower, a tulip, will
 can't come to see a
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          these bulbs with me so          'I'll give you some medicine
          that you will have the       and you'll soon get better,' said
          most beatfiiful garden       the doctor,
          in the world.
   'Oh,' said thésult%n. He didn't                 e..-.Cö
look very happy and he said to
his servant: 'Summon the                                       0
gardener and help him to plant
all the... er... the... er... tulip
thingummybobs.' Then he turned
back to the emir and said: 'l                                      .0
thank you for this gift. And tell
me now one thing: are you busy
with important matters of state?
Or just with flowers?'
The sultan's gardener was a dear
old man who loved his work. He
was always busy making the
garden as beautiful as possible.
Now he was tired, after piling up
all the sacks of tulip bulbs in the
shed.
   He wearily traipsed back to his
house on the edge of the large
palace grounds.
   He held one little bulb in his
hand. il'm curious,' he said and            But                    the    sultan
he planted it behind his house. 'If       didn't                   get    better.
these tulips really       are    as       He                       just      got
beautiful as the emir says, then                                   worse, and
we can plant all the •others.             in the                   became even
   A couple ofdays after the emir         more                     ill.    Other
had left, the sultan became                                        medical
unwell. Really very unwell. The                                    experts were
doctor came and the sultan                                         summoned
whispered hoarsely: 'It's just as if      but                      no-one knew
I have a tummy ache in my head                                     exactly what
and a headache in my tummy.'              was                      ailing    the
                                                                   sultan. Soon
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   people throughout the land          beautiful music that tears
   were talking about their            welled up in the gardener's
   ruler's strange illness that        eyes. He listened in
   appeared to have no cure.           amazement. All of a
      The old gardener was busy        sudden he saw something
   watering the magnolias when         curious in the ground right
   a tramp came wandering into         in front of him. A small
   the garden, He was a thin           red shoot had pushed itself
   man      wearing    worn-out        out of the earth. He took
   sandals. He had a very long         another good look and,
   beard and a dusty turban on         yes, he was right: a red
   his head. Under his arm             flower was growing out of
   he.ouas carryifåg a little          the ground. The gardener
   rolled-up carpet.                   had never seen anything
      'Good day,' said the gardener.   grow so fast! It was in the
   'You look thirsty. Would you        very place that he had
   like something to drink?'           planted the tulip bulb. The
 Silently the tramp took a pitcher     bewitching sound of the
   of water and slowly drained it.     shanai had made the
    Then he said: 'You are a good      flower spring into life.
  man. Do you have a shady spot           'Oh, how marvellous the
     here where I can rest?' 'But of   gardener cried out. 'The sultan
  course,' answered the gardener.      has to see this!'
      'Come with me. You can eat          When the tulip had grown to
        something too, ifyou like.'    its full magnificent height, the
   He led the tramp to his             man stopped playing. He said:
cottage where he gave him
a big oat cake. In the                   Rich is the man who has
shade behind the house,                        great wealth
the man unrolled his                       Butgives it all away
carpet. Inside was a sort of             Aperson who givesfeely
flute.                                  Finds happiness every day
   'What a lovely instrument,'
   said the gardener.                  They both looked at the
   'It is a shanai,' said the          tulip in silence. The
tramp. He put the instrument           gardener thought about
up to his lips and began to            the sultan. As ifthe man
blow.                                  could read his mind, he
                                       said: 'I am a fakir. I know
   An exquisite melody
                                       why the sultan is ill. He is
could be heard, such
                                       ill because of all his
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power and wealth. It is too                       on his face. 'The tulip
much, much too much                               thingummybob,'           he
forjust one person. OnIy                          whispered. 'How lovely,
when he can value true                               'We will put it next to
beauty, will he get better.'                      your bed,' said the
   'True beauty?' said the                        doctor, 'then you can
gardener. 'Then I will go                         look at it as often as you
at once and show him the                          like.'
tulip!'   He      carefully                          Towards evening the
unearthed the tulip and                           doctor went to the
planted it in a pot. He                           gardener's cottage. The
went to the                                       fakir was still there. 'It's
                                                  fantastic!'    said     the
                                                  doctor. 'I don't know
                                                  why, but all of a sudden
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              palace and a little later
              he stood by the bed of      the sultan is feeling much better.
                                          Ever since he saw your flower!'
              the ill sultan.                'That is wonderful news,' said
                                             the gardener.
                 The sultan had his
                                             'Do you have any more
              eyes closed and was
                                          ofthose tulip thingummybobs?
              breathing heavily, white
                                          asked the doctor.
              as a sheet.
                                             'Do I ever! I've got a couple
                 The doctor who had
                                          ofthousand ofthem in the shed!'
              been watching over the
                                          the         gardener        cried
              sultan day and night
                                          enthusiastically.
              whispered: (Oh good
                                             The fakir said: 'We should
              Sultan, the gardener
                                          plant them all right away.
              wishes to show you
                                          Doctor, ask the sultan to appear
              something.'
                                          at his window tomorrow
                 On hearing this, the
                                          morning!'
              sick man opened his
                                             They worked all through the
              eyes and stared for
                                          night and, by the first rays of
              several moments at the
                                          the morning sun, the sultan
              beautiful flower. His
                                          appeared on his balcony.
              eyes closed again but a
                                          Beneath him he saw the fakir
              blissful smile appeared
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who was sitting cross-legged on
his little carpet. He was playing
his shanai and the sultan
listened, gripped with emotion.
            His mouth fell open in
       amazement at what he saw
•next. Hundreds ofred flowers
stuck their little heads .öüt.ofthe
earth. It was an incredible sight,
all those tuHpsl growing
together at the same time. The
early sunlight played on the
petals of the flowers and tears
•ofjoystreamed down the sultan's
cheeks.
   But what was that? Suddenly
the fakir stopped playing. Slowly
the little carpet floated upwards
and lifted the fakir off the
ground. As he hoverd towards te
sultan, he took out a weapon.
When he arrived by the window
he endangered the sultan and
said to him: I helped you getting
better, don't misuse it! He
floated back tot the tulpis and
started playing again. Even he
treated the sultan not well for a
moment, he still was amazed by
the beautiful music the fakir was
playing. He looked at the flowers
growing and knew he needed to
treat his people better and
needed to be more kind.
When he realised this, he went
back to his room and started
organizing a party for all of his
people. Everyone was very
happy with the final result and
they lived happily ever after!
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