Originally appeared in The Thousand and One Arabian Nights. Read the text in various places, such as here and here.
Translated by Sir Richard Burton.
Read by Wilson Fowlie (of The Maple Leaf Singers).
At last Destiny brought us to an island, fair and verdant, in trees abundant, with yellow-ripe fruits luxuriant, and flowers fragrant and birds warbling soft descant, and streams crystalline and radiant. But no sign of man showed to the descrier- no, not a blower of the fire. The captain made fast with us to this island, and the merchants and sailors landed and walked about, enjoying the shade of the trees and the song of the birds, that chanted the praises of the One, the Victorious, and marveling at the works of the Omnipotent King.