Now, she made Ebn Roulchook bring to her a circlet of gold, with a hollow in the frontal centre, and fit into that hollow the Serpent Jewel.  So, while she laughed and chatted with her women Bhanavar lifted the circlet, and made her countenance wholly bare even to the neck and the beginning slope of the bosom, and fixed the circlet to her head with the Jewel burning on her brow.  Then when he beheld the glory of excelling loveliness that she was, and the splendour in her eyes under the Jewel, the King shouted and parted with his disguise, and Ebn Roulchook and the women and slaves with Bhanavar fled to the courtyard that was behind the shop, leaving Bhanavar alone with the King.  Surely Bhanavar returned not to the dwelling of the Vizier.

Now, the King Mashalleed espoused Bhanavar, and she became his queen and ruled him, and her word was the dictate of the land.  Then caused she the body of Almeryl, with the severed head of the Prince, to be disinterred, and entombed secretly in the palace; and she had lamps lit in the vault, and the pall spread, and the readers of the Koran to read by the tomb; and then she stole to the tomb hourly, in the day and in the night, wailing of him and her utter misery, repeating verses at the side of the tomb, and they were,

Take me to thee! 
Like the deep-rooted tree,
My life is half in earth, and draws
Thence all sweetness; oh may my being pause
Soon beside thee!

Welcome me soon! 
As to the queenly moon,
Man’s homage to my beauty sets;
Yet am I a rose-shrub budding regrets: 
Welcome me soon.

Soul of my soul! 
Have me not half, but whole. 
Dear dust, thou art my eyes, my breath! 
Draw me to thee down the dark sea of death,
Soul of my soul!

And she sang: 

Sad are they who drink life’s cup
Till they have come to the bitter-sweet: 
Better at once to toss it up,
And trample it beneath the feet;
For venom-charged as serpents’ eggs
’Tis then, and knows not other change. 
Early, early, early, have I reached the dregs
Of life, and loathe and love the bittersweet, revenge!

Then turned she aside, and sang musingly: 

I came to his arms like the flower of the spring,
And he was my bird of the radiant wing: 
He flutter’d above me a moment, and won
The bliss of my breast as a beam of the sun,
Untouch’d and untasted till then—­

The voice in her throat was like a drowning creature, and she rose up, and chanted wildly: 

I weep again?

What play is this? for the thing is dead in me long since: 
Will all the reviving rain
Of heaven bring me back my Prince? 
But I, when I weep, when I weep,
Blood will I weep! 
And when I weep,
Sons for fathers shall weep;
Mothers for sons shall weep;
Wives for husbands shall weep! 
Earth shall complain of floods red and deep,
When I weep!