“Full many laugh
at tears they see me shed *
Who
had shed tears an bore they what I bore;
None feeleth pity for
th’ afflicted’s woe, *
Save
one as anxious and in woe galore:
My passion, yearning,
sighing, thought, repine *
Are
for me cornered in my heart’s deep core:
He made a home there
which he never quits, *
Yet
rare our meetings, not as heretofore:
No friend to stablish
in his place I see; *
No
intimate but only he and —he.”
Now when the jeweller heard these lines and understood their significance, he wept also and told him all that had passed betwixt himself and the slave-girl and her mistress since he left him. And Ali bin Bakkar gave ear to his speech, and at every word he heard his colour shifted from white to red and his body grew now stronger and then weaker till the tale came to an end, when he wept and said, “O my brother, I am a lost man in any case: would mine end were nigh, that I might be at rest from all this! But I beg thee, of thy favour, to be my helper and comforter in all my affairs till Allah fulfil whatso be His will; and I will not gainsay thee with a single word.” Quoth the jeweller, “Nothing will quench thy fire save union with her whom thou lovest; and the meeting must be in other than this perilous place. Better it were in a house of mine where the girl and her mistress met me; which place she chose for herself, to the intent that ye twain may there meet and complain each to other of what you have suffered from the pangs of love.” Quoth Ali bin Bakkar, “O good Sir, do as thou wilt and with Allah be thy reward!; and what thou deemest is right do it forthright: but be not long in doing it, lest I perish of this anguish.” “So I abode with him (said the jeweller) that night conversing with him till the morning morrowed,”—And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
When it was the One Hundred and Sixty-third Night,