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62 Grudge not to grant unto mine eyes a passing glimpse of you, To ease the longing of my soul and lighten my despair. I begged my heart to arm itself with patience for your loss. “Patience was never of my wont,” it answered; “so forbear.”

Then he redoubled his weeping, and the stoker said to him, “Weep not, but rather praise God for safety and recovery.” Quoth Zoulmekan, “How far is it hence to Damascus?” “Six days’ journey,” answered the stoker. “Wilt thou send me thither?” asked Zoulmekan. “O my lord,” replied the stoker, “how can I let thee go alone, and thou a young lad and a stranger? If thou be minded to make the journey to Damascus, I will go with thee; and if my wife will listen to me and accompany me, I will take up my abode there; for it goes to my heart to part with thee.” Then said he to his wife, “Wilt thou go with me to Damascus or wilt thou abide here, whilst I bring this my lord thither and return to thee? For he is bent upon, going to Damascus, and by Allah, it is hard to me to part with him, and I fear for him from the highway robbers.” Quoth she, “I will go with you.” And he said, “Praised be God for accord!” Then he rose and selling all his own and his wife’s gear, bought a camel and hired an ass for Zoulmekan; and they set out and reached Damascus at nightfall after six days’ journey. They alighted there, and the stoker went to the market and bought meat and drink. They had dwelt but five days in Damascus, when his wife sickened and after a few days’ illness, was translated to the mercy of God. The stoker mourned for her with an exceeding grief, and her death was no light matter to Zoulmekan, for she had tended him assiduously and he was grown used to her. Presently, he turned to the stoker and finding him mourning, said to him, “Do not grieve, for we must all go in at this gate.” “God requite thee with good, O my son!” replied the stoker. “Surely He will