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to him and get his reply?’ ‘I hear and obey,’ answered Aboulhusn, and shutting his shop, carried her, by a different way to that by which he came, to Ali ben Bekkar’s house, Night clviii.where he left her standing at the door and entered. When Ali saw him, he rejoiced, and Aboulhusn said to him, ‘The reason of my coming is that such an one hath sent his handmaid to thee with a letter, containing his greeting to thee and excusing himself for that he hath tarried by reason of a certain matter that hath betided him. The girl stands even now at the door: shall she have leave to enter?’ And he signed to him that it was Shemsennehar’s slave-girl. Ali understood his sign and answered, ‘Bring her in.’ So she entered and when he saw her, he shook for joy and signed to her, as who should say, ‘How doth thy lord, may God grant him health and recovery!’ ‘He is well,’ answered she and pulling out the letter, gave it to him. He took it and kissing it, opened and read it; after which he handed it to Aboulhusn, who found written therein what follows:

‘The messenger of me will give thee news aright; So let his true report suffice thee for my sight.
A lover hast thou left, for love of thee distraught; Her eyes cease nevermore from watching, day or night.
I brace myself to bear affliction, for to foil The buffets of ill-fate is given to no wight.
But be thou of good cheer; for never shall my heart Forget thee nor thy thought be absent from my spright.
Look on thy wasted frame and what is fallen thereon And thence infer of me and argue of my plight.

To proceed: I have written thee a letter without fingers and speak to thee without tongue; to tell thee my whole state, I have an eye from which sleeplessness is never absent and a heart whence sorrowful thought stirs not. It is with me as I had never known health nor let sadness, neither beheld a fair face nor spent an hour of pleasant life; but it is as I were made up of love-longing