When Shamikh read the letter and saw the name of Uns el Wujoud，he burst into tears and said to the Vizier'And where is Uns el Wujoud？ He went awayand we know not his place of abiding.
Bring him to meand I will give thee the sum of the presents thou hast brought metwice told.'And he wept and sighed and groanedreciting the following verses：
Him whom I loved to me restore；By gold and gifts I set no store.
Nor do I crave largesseindeedOf pearls and gems and precious ore.
As 'twere a moon at fullfor usIn beauty's heaven he did soar.
Passing in wit and gracegazelles With him comparison gave o'er.
His shape was as a willow-wandFor fruits that sweet seductions bore；But in the willowto enslave The hearts of menthere is no lore.
I reared him from a child upon The bed of fondness evermore；And now I am at heart distraught For him and sorrow passing sore.
Then said he to the Vizier'Go back to thy master and tell him that Uns el Wujoud has been missing this year pastand his lord knoweth not whither he is gone nor hath any news of him.'
'O my lord，'answered King Dirbas's Vizier'my master said to me'An thou come back without himthou shalt be ousted from the Vizierate and shall not enter my city.'How then can I return without him？'So King Shamikh said to his Vizier Ibrahim'Take a company and go with him and make search for Uns el Wujoud everywhere.'I hear and obey，'answered Ibrahim，and taking a company of his own retainersset out in quest of Uns el Wujoudaccompanied by King Dirbas's Vizier；and as often as they fell in with Bedouins or othersthey enquired at them of Uns el Wujoudsaying'Have ye seen a manwhose name is so and so and his favour thus and thus？'But they answered，'We know him not.'
So they fared onenquiring in city and hamlet and seeking in hill and plain and desert and woldtill they came to the sea-shorewhere they took ship and sailedtill they came to the Mountain of the Bereaved Mother；and King Dirbas's Vizier said to Ibrahim'Why is this mountain thus called？'There was once of old time，'answered the other Vizier'a Jinniychof the Jinn of Chinawho fell passionately in love with a man and being in fear of her own peoplesearched all the earth for a placewhere she might hide him from themtill she happened on this mountain and finding it inaccessible both to men and Jinn，carried off her beloved and lodged him therein. There she used to visit him privilytill she had borne him a number of childrenand the merchantssailing by the mountainin their voyages over the seaheard the weeping of the childrenas it were the wailing of a woman who had lost her youngand said，'Is there here a mother bereaved of her children？'For which reason the place was named the Mountain of the Bereaved Mother.'And King Dirbas's Vizier marvelled at this.