In ancient days there resided in the city of Khorassaun a youth named Mazin, who, though brought up by his mother, a poor widow, to the humble occupation of a dyer, was so celebrated for his personal accomplishments and capacity as to become the admiration of crowds, who daily flocked to his shop to enjoy the pleasure of his conversation.  This young man was as good as he was able, nor did flattery take away his humility, or make him dissatisfied with his laborious occupation, which he followed with industry unceasing, and maintained his mother and himself decently from the fruits of his labour.  So delicate was his taste in the choice of colours, that veils, turbans, and vests of Mazin’s dyeing were sought after by all the young and gay of Khorassaun; and many of the females would often cast a wishful glance at him from under their veils as they gave him their orders.  Mazin, however, was destined by fate not always to remain a dyer, but for higher fortunes and surprising adventures.

As he was one day busy in his occupation, a man of Hijjem came to his shop, and after looking at him earnestly for some moments, exclaimed, “Alas, that such a noble youth should be confined to drudge at so mean an employment!” “I thank you, father, for your compassion,” replied Mazin, “but honest industry can never be disgraceful.”  “True,” said the old man of Hijjem, “yet if Providence puts affluence and distinction in our way, should we refuse it?” “By no means,” said Mazin; “canst thou point me out the way to it without making me forfeit my integrity?  If so, I assure thee I am not so fond of my trade but I would be glad to live at ease in an honest manner without it; for I should like to enjoy leisure to follow my studies, which have already gained me some little celebrity.”  “Son,” said the Hijjemmee, “thy wishes shall be satisfied:  thou hast no father, but I will be one to thee; from this instant I adopt thee as my son.  I possess the art of transmuting common metals into gold:  be ready at thy shop early in the morning, when I will meet thee.  Farewell!” Having thus said, the old man took leave.

Mazin’s curiosity and ambition were raised:  he shut up his shop sooner than usual, and returned with a full heart to his mother, to whom he communicated the offered kindness of the Hijjemmee.  The good woman, after some moments of reflection, said, “Son, I fear some evil lurks under this apparent kindness, for we live in wicked days, when men profess more than they mean to do for the sake of attaining an object; be cautious then, and do not till thou hast proof of his sincerity regard his offcis.  We have at present all we want, and what can riches give more?” Mazin agreed to the propriety of his mother’s advice, and promised to be wary.  They ate their usual cheerful meal, and retired to rest; but the young man could sleep but little, and he longed with impatience for the morning that was to put him into possession of the art of transmuting metals into gold.