When it was the One Hundred and Seventysecond Night，She said，It hath reached me，O auspicious King，that the King summoned his Minister；and，taking him apart，said to him，'O thou the Wazir，tell me what I shall do with my son in the matter of marriage. Of a truth I took counsel with thee thereon and thou didst counsel me to marry him，before making him King. I have spoken with him of wedlock time after time and he still gainsaid me；so do thou，O Wazir，forthright advise me what to do.'
Answered the Minister，'O King，wait another year and，if after that thou be minded to speak to him on the matter of marriage，speak not to him privily，but address him on a day of state，when all the Emirs and Wazirs are present with the whole of the army standing before thee. And when all are in crowd then send for thy son，Kamar alZaman，and summon him；and，when he cometh，broach to him the matter of marriage before the Wazirs and Grandees and Officers of state and Captains；for he will surely be bashful and daunted by their presence and will not dare to oppose thy will.'
Now when King Shahriman heard his Wazir's words，he rejoiced with exceeding joy，seeing success in the project，and bestowed on him a splendid robe of honour. Then he took patience with his son another year，whilst，with every day that passed over him，Kamar alZaman increased in beauty and loveliness，and elegance and perfect grace，till he was nigh twenty years old. Indeed Allah had clad him in the cloak of comeliness and had crowned him with the crown of completion：his eyeglance was more bewitching than Harut and Marut[229] and the play of his luring looks more misleading than Taghut；[230] and his cheeks shone like the dawn rosyred and his eyelashes stormed the keenedged blade：the whiteness of his brow resembled the moon shining bright，and the blackness of his locks was as the murky night；and his waist was more slender than the gossamer[231] and his back parts than two sand heaps bulkier，making a Babel of the heart with their softness；but his waist complained of the weight of his hips and loins；and his charms ravished all mankind，even as one of the poets saith in these couplets，'By his eyelash tendril curled，by his slender waist I swear，By the dart his witchery feathers，fatal hurtling through the air；