When viewed I separation-cups were filled to the brim *
And us with merest sorrow-wine Fate came so fast to ply,
I mixed them with becoming share of patience self to excuse, *
But Patience for the loss of you her solace doth refuse."

Now when she ended her lines, she mounted and they set forward
with her, crossing and cutting over wold and wild and riant dale
and rugged hill, till they came to the shore of the Sea of
Treasures; here they pitched their tents and built her a great
ship, wherein they went down with her and her suite and carried
them over to the mountain. The Minister had ordered them, on
reaching the journey's end, to set her in the castle and to make
their way back to the shore, where they were to break up the
vessel. So they did his bidding and returned home, weeping over
what had befallen. Such was their case; but as regards Uns al-
Wujud, he arose from sleep and prayed the dawn-prayer, after
which he took horse and rode forth to attend upon the Sultan. On
his way, he passed by the Wazir's house, thinking perchance to
see some of his followers as of wont; but he saw no one and,
looking upon the door, he read written thereon the verses
aforesaid. At this sight, his senses failed him; fire was kindled
in his vitals and he returned to his lodging, where he passed the
day in trouble and transports of grief, without finding ease or
patience, till night darkened upon him, when his yearning and
love-longing redoubled. Thereupon, by way of concealment, he
disguised himself in the ragged garb of a Fakir,[FN#42] and set
out wandering at random through the glooms of night, distracted
and knowing not whither he went. So he wandered on all that night
and next day, till the heat of the sun waxed fierce and the
mountains flamed like fire and thirst was grievous upon him.