ABSTRACT
LITTLE DUNYAZAD waited until Shahrazad had finished her act with the King, and then raised her head, crying: ‘O sister, why do you not start at once the anecdotes which you promised us concerning that delightful poet Abu Nuwas, the Khalifah’s friend, the sweetest singer of Irak and Arabia?’ Shahrazad smiled at her sister, saying: ‘I only wait the King’s permission before telling you some of the adventures of Abu Nuwas, who was not only an exquisite poet but a notorious evil-liver.’
