"Suffer mine eye-babes weep lost of love and tears express: * Rare is my solace and increases my distress: The cup of Severance-chances to the dregs I've drained; * Who is the man to bear love-loss with manliness? Ye spread the Carpet of Disgrace[FN#154] betwixt us twain; * Ah, when shalt be uprolled, O Carpet of Disgrace? I watched the while you slept; and if you deemed that I * Forgot your love I but forget forgetfulness: Woe's me! indeed my heart is pining for the love * Of you, the only leaches who can cure my case: See ye not what befel me from your fell disdain? * Debased am I before the low and high no less. I hid my love of you but longing laid it bare, * And burns my heart wi' fire of passion's sorest stress: Ah! deign have pity on my piteous case, for I * Have kept our troth in secresy and patent place! Would Heaven I wot shall Time e'er deign us twain rejoin! * You are my heart's desire, my sprite's sole happiness: My vitals bear the Severance-wound: would Heaven that you * With tidings from your camp would deign my soul to bless!" Then he went on, till he came without the city, where he found the river, and walked along its bank, knowing not whither he went. Such was Hasan's case; but as regards his wife Manar al-Sana, as she was about to carry out her purpose and to set out, on the second day after the departure of the old woman with her children, behold, there came in to her one of the chamberlains of the King her sire, and kissed ground between his hands,—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say. When it was the Eight Hundred and Seventeenth Night,