Dazed me no cup，but cop with curly crop；
His gifts overcame me not the gifts of vine：
His winding locks my patienceclue unwound：
His robed beauties robbed all wits of mine.'
When Shams AlNahar heard this recital from the damsel，she sighed heavily and the song pleased her. Then she bade another damsel sing；so she took the lute and began chanting，'Face that with Sol in Heaven lamping vies；Youthtide's fair fountain which begins to rise；Whose curly sidebeard writeth writ of love，And in each curl concealeth mysteries：
Cried Beauty，'When I met this youth I knew
'Tis Allah's loom such gorgeous robe supplies.'
When she had finished her song，Ali bin Bakkar said to the slavemaiden nearest him，'Sing us somewhat，thou O damsel.'So she took the lute and began singing，'Our trystingtime is all too short For this long coyish coquetry：
How long this'Nay，Nay！'and'Wait，wait？'
This is not old nobility！
And now that Time deigns lend delight
Profit of th'opportunity.'
When she ended，Ali bin Bakkar followed up her song with flowing tears；and，as Shams alNahar saw him weeping and groaning and complaining，she burned with lovelonging and desire；and passion and transport consumed her. So she rose from the sofa and came to the door of the alcove，where Ali met her and they embraced with arms round the neck，and fell down fainting in the doorway；whereupon the damsels came to them and carrying them into the alcove，sprinkled rosewater upon them both. When they recovered，they found not Abu alHasan who had hidden himself by the side of a couch，and the young lady said，'Where is Abu alHasan？'So he showed himself to her from beside the couch and she saluted him，saying，'I pray Allah to give me the means of requiting thee，O kindest of men！'