“O thou who blam’st me for my heart, in
anger twitting me, *
Hadst tasted what my
heart did taste, thou wouldst be
pitying me!
By Allah, O my chider for my sister leave, ah! leave
* My heart
to moan its grief and
feel the woes befitting me.
Indeed I grew to hold her dear privily, publicly;
* And in my
bosom bides a pang at
no time quitting me;
And in my vitals burns a flame that ne’er was
equalled by * The
fire of hell and blazeth
high to Death committing me.”
Now when his sister Salma heard what he said, she could no longer restrain her soul, but threw herself upon him and discovered to him her case. When he knew her, he threw himself upon her swooning awhile; after which he came to himself and cried, “Lauded be the Lord, the Bountiful, the Beneficent!” Then they plained each to other of that they had suffered from the pangs of parting, whilst Salim’s wife wondered at this and Salma’s patience and endurance pleased her. So she saluted her with the Salam, and thanked her for her fair boons, saying, “By Allah, O my lady, all that we are in of gladness never befel us save by thy blessing; so praised be Allah who deigned vouchsafe us thy sight!” Then they tarried all three, Salma, Salim and his wife, in joy and happiness and delight three days, veiled from the folk; and it was bruited abroad in the city that the king had found his brother, who was lost for many a year, and had saved him from the Cook’s house. On the fourth day, all the troops and the lieges assembled together to see the King and standing at his gate, craved leave to enter. Salma bade admit them; so they entered and paid her royal suit and service and gave her joy of her brother’s safe return. She bade them do homage to Salim, and they consented and sware fealty to him; after which they kept silence