急求《一千零一夜》英文版着急要《一千零一夜》的《渔翁、魔鬼和四色鱼》的故事,要英文版的,谢谢大家,谢

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Allah ah! Shanggei food and clothing for you to me, this is my last one of the network.
Talk about again and again with his god Allah Almighty name, the net cast into the sea, and so it fell on the bottom for a moment, the only hands-on the net, and Latin America are still motionless, as if children and undersea network linking like.
Pooh, the Shidao! In the long run, we will cry out in the disaster, in this era, even if you are safely behind in the early morning, the night will be painful to drink alcohol.
Fisherman off his clothes, diving into the water, trying to find out a lot of effort, the network finally es out from the seabed. We can see, this time there is a gall-shaped brass bottle. Bottle sealed with tin, tin printed on the Dawu De Su Freeman ① seal. Looking at Dan Ping
THE FISHERMAN AND THE JINNI
IT hath reached me, O auspicious King, that there was a fisherman well stricken in years who had a wife and three children, and withal was of poor condition. Now it was his custom to cast his net every day four times, and no more. On a day he went forth about noontide to the seashore, where he laid down his basket and, tucking up his shirt and plunging into the water, made a cast with his net and waited till it settled to the bottom. Then he gathered the cords together and haled away at it, but found it weighty. And however much he drew it landward, he could not pull it up, so he carried the ends ashore and drove a stake into the ground and made the net fast to it. Then he stripped and dived into the water all about the net, and left not off working hard until he had brought it up.
He rejoiced thereat and, donning his clothes, went to the net, when he found in it a dead jackass which had torn the meshes. Now when he saw it, he exclaimed in his grief, There is no Majesty and there is no Might save in Allah the Glorious, the Great! Then quoth he, This is a strange manner of daily bread, and he began reciting in extempore verse:
O toiler through the glooms of night in peril and in pain,
Thy toiling stint for daily bread es not by might and main!
Seest thou not the fisher seek afloat upon the sea
His bread, while glimmer stars of night as set in tangled skein?
Anon he plungeth in despite the buffet of the waves, the while to sight the bellying net his eager glances strain, till joying at the night's success, a fish he bringeth home whose gullet by the hook of Fate was caught and cut in twain. When buys that fish of him a man who spent the hours