But，'added she'day and night alternate not upon aughtbut they change it.'Then she raised her eyes to heaven and said'O my God and my Master and my Lordlike as Thou hast afflicted me with love of Jubeir ben Umeireven so do Thou afflict him with love of me and transfer the passion from my heart to his！'Then she gave me a hundred dinars for my pains and I took it and returned to the palacewhen I found the Sultan come back from hunting；so I took my pension of him and made my way back to Baghdad.
Next yearI repaired to Bassoraas usualto seek my pension，and the Sultan paid it to me；but as I was about to return to BaghdadI bethought me of the lady Budour and said to myself，'By AllahI must needs go and see what hath befallen between her and her lover！'So I went to her house and finding the porch swept and sprinkled and slaves and servants and pages standing before the doorsaid to myself'Most like grief hath broken the lady's heart and she is deadand some Amir or other hath taken up his abode in her house.'So I went on to Jubeir's housewhere I found the benches of the porch broken down and no pages at the dooras of wontand said to myself'Belike he too is dead.'Then I took up my station before the door of his house and with my eyes running over with tearsbemoaned it in the following verses：
Lordsthat are gonebut whom my heart doth evermore ensue，Return；so shall my festal says return to me with you.
I stand before your sometime steadbewailing your abodesWith quivering lidsfrom which the tears rain downlike summer dew.
WeepingI question of the house and ruins'Where is he Who was the source of benefits and bounties ever new？'
[They answer] 'Go thy waysfor those thou lov'st from the abode Departed are and neath the dust are buried；so adieu！'
May God not stint us of the sight [in dreams] of all their charms Nor be their noble memories aye absent from men's view！
As I was thus bewailing the folk of the housethere came a black slave thereout and said to me'Hold thy peaceO old man！ May thy mother be bereft of thee！ What ails thee to bemoan the house thus？'Quoth I'I knew it of yorewhen it belonged to a good friend of mine.'What was his name？'asked the slave. And I answered'Jubeir ben Umeir the Sheibani.'And what hath befallen him？'rejoined he. 'Praised be Godhe is yet in the enjoyment of wealth and rank and prosperityexcept that God hath stricken him with love of a damsel called the lady Budour；and he is overcome with love of herthatfor the violence of his passion and tormenthe is like a great rock overthrown. If he hungerhe saith not'Feed me；'norif he thirstdoth he say'Give me to drink.'Quoth I'Ask leave me to go in to him.'O my lord，'said the slave'Wilt thou go in to him who understands or to him who understands not？'I must needs see himwhatever be his case，'answered I.