what calamity hath befallen me; so act as thou wilt.”  Accordingly, Abu al-Hasan arose and bade his servants summon some of the choicest of his friends and sent for singers and musicians who came; and meanwhile he made ready meat and drink for them; so they sat eating and drinking and making merry through the rest of the day till nightfall.  Then they lit the candles, and the cups of friendship and good fellowship went round amongst them and the time passed pleasantly with them.  Presently, a singing-woman took the lute and began singing,

“I’ve been shot by Fortune, and shaft of eye *
     Down struck me and parted from fondest friend: 
Time has proved him foe and my patience failed, *
     Yet I ever expected it thus would end.”

When Ali bin Bakkar heard her words, he fell to the earth in a swoon and ceased not lying in his fainting fit till day-break; and Abu al-Hasan despaired of him.  But, with the dawning, he came to himself and sought to go home; nor could his friend hinder him, for fear of the issue of his affair.  So he made his servants bring a she-mule and, mounting Ali thereon, carried him to his lodgings, he and one of his men.  When he was safe at home, Abu al-Hasan thanked Allah for his deliverance from that sore peril and sat awhile with him, comforting him; but Ali could not contain himself, for the violence of his love and longing.  So Abu al-Hasan rose to take leave of him and return to his own place.—­And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased to say her permitted say.

       When it was the One Hundred and Fifty-sixth Night,

She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Abu al-Hasan rose to take leave of him, Ali son of Bakkar exclaimed, “O my brother, leave me not without news.”  “I hear and obey,” replied the other; and forthwith went away and, repairing to his shop, opened it and sat there all day, expecting news of Shams al-Nahar.  But none came.  He passed the night in his own house and, when dawned the day, he walked to Ali bin Bakkar’s lodging and went in and found him thrown on his bed, with his friends about him and physicians around him prescribing something or other, and the doctors feeling his pulse.  When he saw Abu al-Hasan enter he smiled, and the visitor, after saluting him, enquired how he did and sat with him till the folk withdrew, when he said to him, “What plight is this?” Quoth Ali bin Bakkar, “It was bruited abroad that I was ill and my comrades heard the report; and I have no strength to rise and walk so as to give him the lie who noised abroad my sickness, but continue lying strown here as thou seest.  So my friends came to visit me; say, however, O my brother, hast thou seen the slave-girl or heard any news of her?” He replied, “I have not seen her, since the day we parted from her on Tigris’ bank;” and he presently added, “O my brother, beware thou of scandal and leave this weeping.”  Rejoined Ali, “O my brother, indeed, I have no control over myself;” and he sighed and began reciting,