When it was the Seven Hundred and Seventy-fifth Night,

She continued, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that when Badi’a al-Jamal caught sight of Sayf al-Muluk as he wandered about the garden, that glance of eyes cost her a thousand sighs, and she turned to Daulat Khatun and said to her (and indeed the wine sported with her senses), “O my sister, who is that young man I see in the garden, distraught, love-abying, disappointed, sighing?” Quoth the other, “Dost thou give me leave to bring him hither, that we may look on him?”; and quoth the other, “An thou can avail to bring him, bring him.”  So Daulat Khatun called to him, saying “O King’s son, come up to us and bring us thy beauty and thy loveliness!” Sayf al-Muluk recognised her voice and came up to into the pavilion; but no sooner had he set eyes on Badi’a al-Jamal, than he fell down in a swoon; whereupon Daulat Khatun sprinkled on him a little rose-water and he revived.  Then he rose and kissed ground before Badi’a al-Jamal who was amazed at his beauty and loveliness; and Daulat Khatun said to her, “Know, O Princess, that this is Sayf al-Muluk, whose hand saved me by the ordinance of Allah Almighty and he it is who hath borne all manner burthens on thine account:  wherefore I would have thee look upon him with favour.”  Hearing this Badi’a al-Jamal laughed and said, “And who keepeth faith, that this youth should do so?  For there is no true love in men.”  Cried Sayf al-Muluk, “O Princess, never shall lack of faith be in me, and all men are not created alike.”  And he wept before her and recited these verses,

“O thou, Badi’a ’l-Jamal, show thou some clemency * To one
     those lovely eyes opprest with witchery! 
By rights of beauteous hues and tints thy cheeks combine * Of
     snowy white and glowing red anemone,
Punish not with disdain one who is sorely sick * By long, long
     parting waste hath waxed this frame of me: 
This is my wish, my will, the end of my desire, * And Union is
     my hope an haply this may be!”

Then he wept with violent weeping; and love and longing got the mastery over him and he greeted her with these couplets,

“Peace be to you from lover’s wasted love, * All noble hearts
     to noble favour show: 
Peace be to you!  Ne’er fail your form my dreams; * Nor hall
     nor chamber the fair sight forego! 
Of you I’m jealous:  none may name your name:  * Lovers to
     lovers aye should bend thee low: 
So cut not off your grace from him who loves * While sickness
     wastes and sorrows overthrow. 
I watch the flowery stars which frighten me; * While cark and
     care mine every night foreslow. 
Nor Patience bides with me nor plan appears:  * What shall I
     say when questioned of my foe? 
God’s peace be with you in the hour of need, * Peace sent by
     lover patient bearing woe!”

Then for the excess of his desire and ecstasy he repeated these coupletes also,