Quoth the Princess，'O my nurse，verily this one is a perfect Satan！ How durst he use such language to me and not dread the Sultan's rage.Indeed，I am perplexed about his case：if I order him to be put to death，it were unjust；and if I leave him alive his boldness will increase.'Quoth the old woman，'Come，write him a letter；it may be he will desist in dread.'So she called for paper and ink case and pen and wrote these couplets，'Thy folly drives thee on though long I chid，Writing in verse：how long shall I forbid？
For all forbiddal thou persistest more，And my sole grace it is to keep it hid；