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55 A sweet-lipped maiden, soft of sides and moulded well of shape, With her soft speech my heart hath ta’en, ay, and her graceful gait. My heart, since thou art gone, no rest knows nor my eyes do sleep, Nor can the hunger of my hopes itself with patience sate. Yea, thou hast left me sorrowful, the hostage of desire, ’Twixt enviers and haters dazed and all disconsolate. As for forgetting, ’tis a thing I know not nor will know; For none but thou into my thought shalt enter, soon or late.

Then he sighed and shed tears and repeated these also:

He waited until the appointed time, then went to the street, where was the Christian’s house, and recognizing it from the old woman’s description, sat down on the bench under the gallery. Presently, drowsiness overcame him, for it was long since he had slept, for the violence of his passion, and he became as one drunken with sleep. Glory be to Him who sleepeth not!

Meanwhile, chance led thither a certain thief, who had come out that night to steal somewhat and prowled about the skirts of the city, till he happened on Reshideddin’s house. He went round about it, but found no way of climbing up into it and presently came to the bench, where he found Ali Shar asleep and took his turban. At that moment, Zumurrud looked out and seeing the thief standing in the darkness, took him for her lord; so she whistled to him and he whistled back to her; whereupon she let herself down to him, with a pair of saddle-bags full of gold. When the robber saw this, he said to himself, ‘This is a strange thing, and there must needs be some extraordinary cause to it.’ Then, snatching up the saddle-bags, he took Zumurrud on his shoulders and made off with both like the blinding lightning.

Quoth she, ‘The old woman told me that thou wast