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for myself. I fell, I fainted, force was fled from mine arms and shoulder. When I came back to life I heard the voice of weeping and woe; the household[1] surrounded me like one who is embarking on a ship.
337. "I lay in a fair bed in a great chamber; the king and queen wept over me with undrying tears, they scratched their faces with their hands, tearing their cheeks; mullahs[2] sat round, they called my sickness bewitchment of Beelzebub.[3]
338. "When the king saw mine eyes open he embraced my neck; he said to me with tears: 'My son, my son, dost thou indeed live? Speak one word!' I could give no answer; like a madman I was greatly affrighted. Again I fell into a faint; blood rushed into my heart.
339. "All the muqris and mullahs[4] watched round me, in their hands they held the Koran,[5] all of them read; they thought I was struck by the Adversary of mankind,[6] I know not of what they raved. For three days I was lifeless; inextinguishable fires burned me.
340. "The doctors[7] also marvelled, saying: 'What manner of sickness is this? Nothing medicable afflicts him; some melancholy has laid hold of him.' Sometimes I leaped up like a madman, I uttered idle words. The queen poured forth tears enough to make a sea.
341. "For three days was I in the palace neither alive nor dead; then understanding came back to me, I remembered what had befallen me; I said: 'Alas! in what a plight am I, despairing[8] of life!' I prayed the Creator for patience; I ventured to make a discourse of entreaty.
342. "I said: 'O God! abandon me not, hearken to my supplication, give me strength to endure that I may rise a little; to stay here will reveal my secret; let me reach home!' He did so and I mended; I steeled my wounded heart.
