his father she wept, remembering her cousin and her bridal night with him and all that occurred there and then, and she repeated these couplets:— Love in my heart they lit and went their ways, ✿ And all I love to furthest lands withdrew; And when they left me sufferance also left, ✿ And when we parted Patience bade adieu: They fled and flying with my joys they fled, ✿ In very constancy my spirit flew: They made my eyelids flow with severance tears ✿ And to the parting-pang these drops are due: And when I long to see reunion-day, ✿ My groans prolonging sore for ruth I sue: Then in my heart of hearts their shapes I trace, ✿ And love and longing care and cark renew: O ye, whose names cling round me like a cloak, ✿ Whose love yet closer than a shirt I drew, Belovèd ones! how long this hard despite? ✿ How long this severance and this coy shy flight? Then she wailed and shrieked aloud and her son did the like; and behold, in came the Wazir whose heart burnt within him at the sight of their lamentations and he said, "What makes you weep?" So the Lady of Beauty acquainted him with what happened between her son and the school boys; and he also wept, calling to mind his brother and what had past between them and what had betided his daughter and how he had failed to find out what mystery there was in the matter. Then he rose at once and, repairing to the audience-hall, went straight to the King and told his tale and craved his permission[451] to travel eastward to the city of Bassorah and ask after his brother's son. Furthermore he besought the Sultan to write for him letters patent, authorising him to seize upon Badr al-Din, his nephew and son-in-law, wheresoever he might find him. And he wept before the King, who had pity on him and wrote royal autographs to his deputies in all climes[452] and countries and cities; whereat the Wazir rejoiced and prayed for blessings on him. Then, taking leave of his Sovereign, he returned to his house, where he equipped himself and his daughter and his adopted child Ajib, with all things meet for a long march; and set out and travelled the first day and the second and the third and so forth till he arrived at Damascus-city. He found it a fair place abounding in trees and streams, even as the poet said of it:— When I nighted and dayed in Damascus-town, ✿ Time sware such another he ne'er should view: And careless we slept under wing of night, ✿ Till dappled Morn 'gan her smiles renew: And dew-drops on branch in their beauty hung, ✿ Like pearls to be dropt when the Zephyr blew: And the Lake[453] was the page where birds read and note, ✿ And the clouds set points to what breezes wrote.