In breast reviving hopes that were no mo'e：
The hand o'Love my secret brought to light，
And censor's tongues what lies my ribs below：[182]
My teardrops ever press twixt me and him，
As though my teardrops showing love would flow.'
When she had finished her singing，Shams alNahar rose and，filling a goblet，drank it off，then crowned it again and handed it to Ali bin Bakkar；And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
When it was the One Hundred and Fiftyfourth Night，She said，It hath reached me，O auspicious King，that Shams alNahar filled a goblet and handed it to Ali bin Bakkar；after which she bade another damsel sing；and she began singing these couplets，'My tears thus flowing rival with my wine，Pouring the like of what fills cup to brink：[183]