Like a voice addressing him, 

 Turned and saw his father staring 

 Just above the basket rim, 

 Staring at Hasan, his strong son, 

 With his filmy red-rimmed eyes, 

 "What's ado, Oh! ancient father?" 

 Cried Hasan in great surprise. 

 "Son," replied the ancient person, 

 "Tho' a miser is disgraced, 

 Even in a wealthy household 

 Monstrous is the crime of waste, 

 Strong and shapely is the basket 

 Much hath held and more will take; 

 If you leave it in the Caverns 

 Won't it be a great mistake? 

 So, for once, let custom perish.... 

 Son, 'tis I, your father, ask it, 

 Lift me out and lay me gently 

 On the rock and ... take our basket." 

 Oh! the young lord's wild amazement 

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