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the earth before her, marvelling at the fairness of her favour and the elegance of her shape, and said to her, ‘O daughter of the Supreme King, this is indeed a parlous thing: and hadst thou heard tell among women of this mortal, thou hadst marvelled at him all thy days. Indeed, he is passionately enamoured of thee; yet, O king’s daughter, he seeketh not lewdness, but desireth thee only in the way of lawful marriage. But that we know maids cannot do without men, we had hindered him from his intent, albeit he sent thee no messenger, but came to thee himself; and he tells us he hath burnt the feather-dress; else had we taken it from him.’ Then one of them agreed with the princess and becoming her deputy in the matter of the marriage contract, performed the marriage ceremony between them, whilst Hassan clapped hands with her, laying his hand in hers, and she wedded him to the damsel with the latter’s consent; after which they celebrated her marriage-festival, as beseemeth kings’ daughters, and brought Hassan in to his bride. So he rose and opened the door and did away the barrier and broke her seal, whereupon the love of her waxed in him and he redoubled in passion and affection for her. Then, since he had gotten that which he sought, he gave himself joy and repeated these verses:

Thy shape a tempter is, thine eyes, gazelle-like, black and white; Thy face with beauty’s water drips, with every charm bedight.
Lo, in mine eyes most gloriously thou’rt pictured, jacinth half And jewels rare another third, thou seemest to my spright.
Yea, and a fifth of thee is musk, a sixth pure ambergris, And like unto the pearl thou art, indeed, but far more bright.
Ne’er gave our mother Eva birth unto the like of thee, Nor is there other like to thee in Heaven’s realms of light.
An if my punishment thou will, ’tis of love’s usances, And of thy favour, if thou choose to pardon my unright.
O thou adornment of the world, O end of all desire, Who may with patience brook the lack of thy fair face’s sight?