When it was the One Hundred and Sixtyfirst Night，She said，It hath reached me，O auspicious King，that the jeweller bade him goodbye and fared forth not knowing what he should do to win for him his wishes； and he ceased not walking，while overmusing the matter，till he spied a letter lying in the road. He took it up and looked at its direction and superion，then read it and behold，it ran：'From the least worthy of lovers to the most worthy of beloveds.'So he opened it and found these words written therein，'A messenger from thee came bringing unionhope，But that he erred somehow with me the thought prevailed；So I rejoiced not； rather grew my grief still more；Weeting my messenger of wits and wit had failed.
'But afterwards： Know，O my lord！ that I ken not the reason why our correspondence between thee and me hath been broken off： but，if the cruelty arise from thy part，I will requite it with fidelity，and if thy love have departed，I will remain constant to my love of the parted，for I am with thee even as says the poet，'Be proud； I'll crouch！ Bully； I'll bear！ Despise； I'll pray！Go； I will come！ Speak； I will hear！ Bid； I'll obey！'
As he was reading lo！ up came the slavegirl，looking right and left，and seeing the paper in the jeweller's hand，said to him，'O my master，this letter is one I let fall.'He made her no answer，but walked on，and she walked behind him，till he came to his house，when he entered and she after him，saying，'O my master，give me back this letter，for it fell from me.'Thereon he turned to her and said，'O handmaid of good，fear not neither grieve，for verily Allah the Protector loveth those who protect；but tell me in truthful way thy case，as I am one who keepeth counsel.