And when Al-Hayfa had finished her verses, Ibn Ibrahim brought out to her the letter of the Prince, and as soon as she read it her heart was comforted and she waxed glad with exceeding gladness and she bade them present him with largesse of value great and a thousand dinars upon a china plate.  After this she took him by the hand and led him into a closet and said, “O Ibn Ibrahim, all that be in this cabinet is a free gift to thee when thou shalt have brought to me that lover of mine.”  Such was the case with them; but as regards Prince Yusuf, when Ibn Ibrahim left him, he felt love-lowe aflaming in his heart, and he summoned his Mameluke Hilal and said to him, “Go saddle for us the steed known by the name of The Bull-aye-ready-and-for-Battle-day-steady.”  Hereupon the slave arose and enselled the courser and Yusuf mounted; and, taking his Mameluke on the crupper, pushed his pace (and he madly in love with Al-Hayfa), and he ceased not faring till he reached her Palace.  He then swam the stream with his Mameluke hanging on, as before, to the tail, and knocked at the door which was opened by a damsel hight Nuzhat al-Zaman[FN#261] and she on recognising him kissed his hands and hurrying to her lady informed her of his coming.  Al-Hayfa hearing of the arrival fell fainting to the ground and when she recovered she found Yusuf standing beside her head; so she arose and embraced him for a long while, after which she improvised and said,

“O thou Pilgrim of Love, after parting far * From us driven by
     malice of jealous foe! 
My life for the friend in affection comes; * Naught dearer to me
     than such boon can show;
Full many a writ have I written thee * Nor union nor grace of
     return I know. 
In this world I see him with single heart * O my wish! and Allah
     ne’er part us two.

And when she had ended her verses she bade the slave-girls convey Ibn Ibrahim and Hilal to the gardens, after which she led Yusuf to the saloon of session and the twain passed the night together he and she, in joyance and enjoyment, for that night was indeed a night of delight.  But when Allah bade the morn to morrow, Al-Hayfa arose and cried, “How short it is for a night:  Ah that it had been longer for us! but ’tis for me to say even as said Imr al-Kays[FN#262] in sundry of his verses upon a similar theme,

“On me Night waxeth long nor would I shorten Night; * Yet hasteth
     Morn when I for longer Nights would sue: 
It brings me union till ‘My lover’s mine’ I cry * Yet when with
     him unite disunion comes to view.

Now when it was the second day, Al-Hayfa took seat in the assembly of converse.—­And Shahrazad was surprised by the dawn of day and fell silent and ceased to say her permitted say.  Then quoth her sister Dunyazad, “How sweet is thy story, O sister mine, and how enjoyable and delectable!” Quoth she, “And where is this compared with that I would relate to you on the coming night an the King suffer me to survive?” Now when it was the next night and that was