Siyar Aʿlām al-NubalāʾShams al‑Din al‑Dhahabi

—and I had no idea?’
She lifted her veil, and the room was illumined by the radiance of her face. I said, ‘No—cover yourself.’
She replied, ‘My father has died, Buktamur has taken over the city, the chamberlain then seized my village, and I have been supporting myself by doing ornamental needlework while lodging in a rented house.’
I wept for her and ordered that she be given a house and some cloth. The old woman then said, ‘My lord, will she not enjoy your company tonight?’
My heart was struck by how the times had changed: Ahlat was now ruled by someone other than me, and I pictured my own daughter forced to sit in such a position. So I answered, ‘God forbid! That is not part of my character.’
The young woman rose in tears, saying, ‘May God safeguard your future.’
He also told me: ‘One of my servants died and left a son— the most handsome youth of his day. People even suspected me on his account, yet he was dearer to me than a child of my own. When he reached twenty he struck one of his own pages and killed him. The victim’s family sought justice. My mamluks gathered against them until they offered a hundred thousand, but the family would accept nothing short of his execution. So I said, “Hand him over to them.”
They handed him over, and they killed him.
His case became famous in Harran. The followers of Shaykh Ḥayāt ⦗1⦘ came to him and scattered the wine that was before him, and he remained silent; he used to say, “Through it I was granted victory.”
On one occasion he bestowed a robe of honor on me, along with a mule and ten thousand dirhams.
The jurist Muḥammad al-Yūnīnī ⦗2⦘ narrated to me: A pious ascetic told me, “When al-Ashraf died, I saw him dressed in green garments, flying among the friends of God.”
He is also said to have composed poetry.
He continued: ‘I used to visit him during his illness and said to him, “Prepare to meet Allah; it can do no harm.” He replied, “No, by Allah, it will rather benefit.” He then parceled out his lands, freed about two hundred of his mamluks, and endowed the Dār al-Saʿāda and the Dahsha estate for his daughter.’

(1) The celebrated Sufi from Harran. (2) These words are by Sibt Ibn al-Jawzi; in al-Yunini’s chronicle al-Miraʾa the name was misread as “al-Barnani.” Sibt related this account to him in Baalbek in the year 645 AH (1247–48 CE).
أَدْرِي؟ فَسَفرتْ عَنْ وَجْهٍ أَضَاءتْ مِنْهُ الغُرفَةُ، فَقُلْتُ: لاَ، اسْتَترِي. فَقَالَتْ: مَاتَ أَبِي، وَاسْتَوْلَى عَلَى المَدِيْنَةِ بُكْتَمر، ثُمَّ أَخَذَ الحَاجِب قرِيتِي، وَبقيت أَعيش مِنْ عَمل النّقش وَفِي دَار بِالكرَاء. فَبكيت لَهَا، وَأَمرت لَهَا بِدَار وَقمَاش، فَقَالَتِ العَجُوْز: يَا خوند، أَلاَ تَحْظَى اللَّيْلَة بِك؟ فَوَقَعَ فِي قَلْبِي تغَيُّر الزَّمَان وَأَنَّ خِلاَط يَملكهَا غَيْرِي، وَتَحْتَاج بِنْتِي أَنْ تَقعد هَذِهِ القعدَة، فَقُلْتُ: مَعَاذَ اللهِ، مَا هَذَا مِنْ شيمتِي. فَقَامَتِ الشَّابة بَاكيَة تَقُوْلُ: صَان الله عواقبك. وَحَدَّثَنِي: أَن غُلاَماً لَهُ مَاتَ فَخلّف ابْناً كَانَ مليح زَمَانه، وَكُنْت أُتَّهم بِهِ، وَهُوَ أَعزّ مِنْ وَلد، وَبلغ عِشْرِيْنَ سَنَةً، فَاتَّفَقَ أَنَّهُ ضَرَبَ غُلاَماً لَهُ فَمَاتَ، فَاسْتغَاث أَوليَاؤُه، فَاجْتَمَعَ عَلَيْهِم ممَاليكِي، حَتَّى بذلُوا لَهُم مائَة أَلْف، فَأَبوا إِلاَّ قَتله، فَقُلْتُ: سلّمُوْهُ إِلَيْهِم. فَسلمُوْهُ، فَقتلُوْهُ. وَقضيته مَشْهُوْرَة بِحَرَّانَ؛ أَتَاهُ أَصْحَاب الشَّيْخ حَيَاة (١) ، وَبدّدُوا الْمُسكر مِنْ بَيْنِ يَدَيْهِ، فَسَكَتَ، وَكَانَ يَقُوْلُ: بِهَا نصرت. وَقَدْ خلع عليّ مرَّة، وَأَعْطَانِي بَغْلَة وَعَشْرَة آلاَف دِرْهَم. وَحَدَّثَنِي الفَقِيْه مُحَمَّد اليُوْنِيْنِيّ (٢) ، قَالَ: حَكَى لِي فَقير صَالِح، قَالَ: لَمَّا مَاتَ الأَشْرَف، رَأَيْتهُ فِي ثِيَاب خُضر، وَهُوَ يَطير مَعَ الأَوْلِيَاء. وَلَهُ شعر - فِيْمَا قِيْلَ -. قَالَ: وَكُنْت أَغشَاه فِي مَرَضِهِ، فَقُلْتُ لَهُ: اسْتَعدَّ لِلقَاء الله فَمَا يَضر، فَقَالَ: لاَ وَاللهِ بَلْ يَنفع، فَفَرَّق البِلاَد، وَأَعتق ممَاليكه نَحْو مائَتَيْنِ، وَوَقَفَ دَار السعَادَة وَالدَّهشَة عَلَى بِنْته.
(١) الحراني الصوفي المشهور. (٢) هذا كلام السبط، وقد تصحف " اليونيني في " المرآة " إلى: " البرناني " وقد حدثه بهذه الحكاية ببعلبك سنة ٦٤٥.

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