Till doomed to taste Love's bitter and Love's sweet：
I drained his rigourcup to very dregs，
Self humbled at its slaves' and freemen's feet：
Fortune had sworn to part the loves of us；
She kept her word how truly，well I weet！'
And when he ended his verse，he wiped away his tears and bade his troops make ready for a march and prepare for a long expedition.
So they all mounted and set forth，headed by the Sultan，whose heart burnt with grief and was fired with anxiety for his son Kamar alZaman；and they advanced by forced marches. Now the King divided his host into six divisions，a right wing and a left wing，a vanguard and a rear guard；[322] and bade them rendezvous for the morrow at the crossroads. Accordingly they separated and scoured the country all the rest of that day till night，and they marched through the night and at noon of the ensuing day they joined company at the place where four roads met. But they knew not which the Prince followed，till they saw the sign of torn clothes and sighted shreds of flesh and beheld blood still sprinkled by the way and they noted every piece of the clothes and fragment of mangled flesh scattered on all sides.