Now when King Shahriman saw this，he cried from his heartcore a loud cry，saying，'Alas，my son！'；and buffeted his face and plucks his beard and rent his raiment，doubting not but his son was dead. Then he gave himself up to excessive weeping and wailing，and the troops also wept for his weeping，all being assured that Prince Kamar alZaman had perished. They threw dust on their heads，and the night surprised them shedding tears and lamenting till they were like to die. Then the King with a heart on fire and with burning sighs spake these couplets，'Chide not the mourner for bemourning woe；Enough is yearning every Ill to show：
He weeps for stress of sorrow and of pain，
And these to thee best evidence his lowe：
Happy！[323] of whom Love sickness swore that ne'er
Should cease his eye lids loving tears to flow：
He mourns the loss of fairest，fullest Moon，
Shining o'er all his peers in glorious glow：
But death made drink a brimming cup，what day
He fared from natal country fain to go：
His home left he and went from us to grief；
Nor to his brethren could he say adieu：
Yea，his loss wounded me with parting pangs，
And separation cost me many a throe：
He fared farewelling，as he fared，our eyes；
Whenas his Lord vouchsafed him Paradise.'
And when King Shahriman had ended his verses，he returned with the troops to his capital，And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.