Then he returned to his slave-girl and his grief had grown more grievous and she said to him, "O my lord, did I not tell thee, none would profit thee with aught of aid?" And he replied, "By Allah, not one of them would show me his face or know me!" "O my lord," quoth she, "sell some of the moveables and household stuff, such as pots and pans, little by little; and expend the proceeds until Allah Almighty shall provide." So he sold all of that was in the house till nothing remained when he turned to Anis al-Jalis and asked her "What shall we do now?"; and she answered, "O my lord, it is my advice that thou rise forthwith and take me down to the bazar and sell me. Thou knowest that they father bought me for ten thousand dinars: haply Allah may open thee a way to get the same price, and if it be His will to bring us once more together, we shall meet again." "O Anis al- Jalis," cried he, "by Allah it is no light matter for me to be parted from thee for a single hour!" "By Allah, O my lord," she replied, "nor is it easy to me either, but Need hath its own law, as the poet said, 'Need drives a man into devious roads, * And pathways doubtful of trend and scope: No man to a rope[FN#27] will entrust his weight, * Save for cause that calleth for case of rope.'" Thereupon he rose to his feet and took her,[FN#28] whilst the tears rolled down his cheek like rain; and he recited with the tongue of the case these lines, "Stay! grant one parting look before we part, * Nerving my heart this severance to sustain: But, an this parting deal thee pain and bane, * Leave me to die of love and spare thee pain!"