Chapter OneHow pleasant the summer nights are, yet how quickly they pass! Carried along we forget the world and its problems and experience the utmost joy in our hearts. If desires could be realised surely our greatest wish would be that those splendid nights in which all creatures enjoy the most beautiful dreams and the moon strays in her fantasy of love, should last forever. Nights in which the silent whispers of nature commune with the heart, inspiring it to love, and the sleepless peasant with his salamiyya sends music into the world, full of fervour and passion.
But time pays no heed to desire, nor do the longings of a restless soul make any impression. In spite of ourselves the days march on into eternity with monotonous persistence, swallowing up the happy man’s hours so that he ca
