Once upon a time, there was a king in champa nagar. His name was Chandrapir, Sulochona was his queen. They had a very beautiful daughter. His name was Tribhuban Sundari. Many princes proposed to marry her. But she could not like any one. She would marry a youth, who should be learned, intelligent and strong.
Long, long ago there lived a very kind and generous man in Yemen. Yemen was a province in Arabia. The name of that man was Hatem Tai. He was not rich. But he was very hospitable. People loved him. They praised him more than their king. So the king wanted to have him removed from the world.
Androcles was a slave. He had fled from his master’s house. One day he saw a lion in the forest. He was frightened at the sight of the lion and he began to rum. Going some distance he turned round. The lion did not follow him. It stood where it was. It looked at him and also at its paw.
Mokdum was a Fakir. He had a stick in one hand and a Tasbeh in the other. His eyes were bright and his sight was deep and keen. He used to eat whatever he got. He passed his night anywhere his night came. He spread his blanket there and lay on it. Sometimes, he spent the entire might in prayer.