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moved to delight, for the excess of her grace and the beauty of the verses she sang; and I envied her her skill and said, “There lacketh somewhat to thee, O damsel!” Whereupon she threw the lute from her hand, in anger, and cried, “Since when do you use to bring ill-mannered fools into your assemblies?” Then I repented of what I had done, seeing that the others were vexed with me, and said in myself, “My hopes are at an end;” and I saw no way of quitting myself of reproach but to call for a lute, saying, “I will show you what escaped her in the air she sang.” So they brought me a lute and I tuned it and sang the following verses:
This is thy lover distraught, absorbed in his passion and pain; Thy lover, the tears of whose eyes run down on his body like rain.
One hand to his heart ever pressed, whilst the other the Merciful One Imploreth, so He of His grace may grant him his hope to attain.
O thou, that beholdest a youth for passion that’s perished, thine eye And thy hand are the cause of his death and yet might restore him again.
When the damsel heard this, she sprang up and throwing herself at my feet, kissed them and said, “It is thine to excuse, O my lord! By Allah, I knew not thy quality nor heard I ever the like of this fashion!” And they all extolled me and made much of me, being beyond measure delighted, and besought me to sing again. So I sang a lively air, whereupon they all became as drunken men, and their wits left them. Then the guests departed to their homes and I abode alone with the host and the girl. The former drank some cups with me, then said to me, “O my lord, my life hath been wasted, in that I have not known the like of thee till now. By Allah, then, tell me who thou art, that I may know who is the boon-companion whom God hath bestowed on me this night.”
I would not at first tell him my name and returned him evasive answers; but he conjured me, till I told him who
