O my heart's desire，to thy door I came * One day，when high waxt mine expectancy：
But I found the home waste as the wold and void * And I'plained my pine and groaned wretchedly：
And I asked the walls of my friends who fared * With my heart in pawn and in pendency；
And they said，'All marched from the camp and left *An ambushed sorrow on hill and lea；'
And a writ on the walls did they write，as write * Folk who keep their faith while the Worlds are three.'
Now when Zayn al-Mawasif heard these lines，she knew that it was Masrur.--And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
When it was the Eight Hundred and Fifty-fifth Night； She said，It hath reached me，O auspicious King，that when Zayn al-Mawasif heard these lines she knew that it was Masrur and wept，she and her handmaids，and said to him，'O Masrur，I
conjure thee by Allah，turn back，lest my husband see us twain together！'At her words he swooned away；and when he revived；they took leave each of other and he recited the following couplets；'The Caravan-chief calleth loud o'night * Ere the Breeze bear his cry in the morninglight：