The beautiful Wird al Ikmaum during this time remained overwhelmed with uneasiness in her confinement, and it was in vain that her attendants tried to amuse her.  She wandered melancholy through the magnificent gardens of the castle, the groves of which were filled with every variety of birds, whose harmony was delightful; but the soft cooing of the turtle dove and the plaintive note of the lovelorn nightingale alone caught her attention.  To these she would listen for hours together, reclined on a mossy bank, and fancy their pensive strains the language of her beloved.  Such was her daily employment, nor would she quit the garden till forced by her attendants to take shelter from the falling dews of night.  We now return to her lover.

Fatigue and the consoling assurances of the friendly hermit had greatly composed the mind of Ins al Wujjood, who enjoyed a refreshing sleep, nor did he awake till the sun was mounted high in the heavens, when he joined his venerable host in his devotions; after which they partook of a repast of bread, milk, and fresh fruits.  This ended, the old man requested him to fetch from the forest a bundle of the filaments of palm bark, which, when brought to him, he plaited into a, shape resembling a little boat, and giving it to Ins al Wujjood, said, “Repair to the lake, and put this into the water, when it will become instantly large enough to hold thee, then embark in it, and trust to Heaven for the rest.  Farewell!”

Ins al Wujjood having taken leave of his venerable friend the hermit, with many thanks, did as he had been commanded, and soon arrived on the margin of the lake, into which he launched his. little vessel, when, to his great surprise, it instantaneously became a handsome boat with the sails set.  He got into it, and a fair wind springing up was soon out of sight of land.  For some days he was wafted over the deep; but at length the shore of an island appeared, on which he landed, and made his boat fast to the trunk of a large tree.  He then walked into the country, and found it beautifully interspersed with green meadows, clear streams, and shady groves of bending fruit trees, on the branches of which all sorts of birds were warbling in their different strains.  Having refreshed himself with several fruits, he proceeded onwards, and at length came in sight of a superb edifice, to the gateway of which he advanced; but found it locked.  For three days he waited in hopes of seeing some of its inhabitants, but in vain.  However on the fourth morning the gate was opened by a man, who seeing Ins al Wujjood, advanced towards him, and inquired who he was, whence he came, and what was his reason for waiting at the gate.  “I am of Ispahaun,” replied Ins al Wujjood, “and was shipwrecked in a trading voyage upon this coast, to the shore of which I alone of all my companions had the good fortune to escape.”  Upon hearing this the man burst into tears, embraced him, and said, “May God preserve thee from future calamities!