They girded their loads and prepared to fare，* And hurried while murmured the leader-wight.
They scent the scene on its every side，* As their march through the valley they expedite.
After winning my heart by their love they went * O'morn when their track could deceive my sight.
O my neighbour fair，I reckt ne'er to part，* Or the ground bedewed with my tears to sight！
Woe betide my heart，now hath Severance hand * To heart and vitals dealt bane and blight.'
Then he clung to the litter，weeping and wailing，whilst she besought him to turn back ere morn for fear of scorn.So he came up to her Haudaj and farewelling her a second time，fell down in a swoon.He lay an hour or so without life，and when he revived he found the caravan had fared forth of sight.So he turned in the direction of their wayfare and scenting the breeze which blew from their quarter，chanted these improvised lines；'No breeze of Union to the lover blows * But moan he maketh burnt with fiery woes：
The Zephyr fans him at the dawn o'day；* But when he wakes the horizon lonely shows：
On bed of sickness strewn in pain he lies，* And weeps he bloody tears in burning throes；For the fair neighbour with my heart they bore *'Mid travellers urging beasts with cries and blows.
By Allah from their stead no Zephyr blew * But sniffed I as the wight on eyeballs goes；[355]
And snuff the sweetest South as musk it breathes * And on the longing lover scent bestows.'
Then Masrur returned，mad with love-longing，to her house，and finding it lone from end to end[356] and forlorn of friend；wept till he wet his clothes；after which he swooned away and his soul was like to leave his body.When he revived，he recited these two couplets；'O Spring-camp have ruth on mine overthrowing * My abjection，my leanness，my tears aye flowing；Waft the scented powder[357] of breezes they breathe * In hope it cure heart of a grief e'er growing.'