and all that I endure for weeping and unrest and the rending of my sorrowful breast my unremitting grief and my woe without relief and all my suffering for severance of thee and sadness and love's ardency no letter could contain it；nor calculation could compass it Indeed earth and heaven upon me are strait；and I have no hope and no trust but what from thee I await Upon death I am come nigh and the horrors of dissolution I aby Burning upon me is sore with parting pangs and estrangement galore Were I to set forth the yearnings that possess me more and more no scrolls would suffice to hold such store and of the excess of my pain and pine，I have made the following lines：
Were I to dwell on heartconsuming heat，
Unease and transports in my spins meet，Nothing were left of ink and reeden pen Nor aught of paper；no，not e'en a sheet.
Then Queen Hayat alNufus wrapped up her letter in a niece of costly silk scented with musk and ambergris；and folded it up with her silken hairstrings[358] whose cost swallowed down treasures laid it in a handkerchief and gave it to a eunuch bidding him bear it to Prince Amjad.And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.