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whilst the porter held it by the chain. The bitch howled and whined, but the lady ceased not to beat it till her arm was tired; when she threw away the whip and pressing the bitch to her bosom, kissed it on the head and wiped away its tears. Then she said to the porter, ‘Take it back and bring the other.’ He did as she bade him, and she did with the second bitch as she had done with the first. The Khalif’s mind was troubled at her doings and his breast contracted and he could not restrain his impatience to know the meaning of all this. So he winked to Jaafer to ask, but the latter turned and signed to him as who should say, ‘Be silent: this is no time for impertinent curiosity.’ Then said the portress to the mistress of the house, ‘O my lady, rise and go up to thy place, that I in turn may do my part.’ ‘It is well,’ answered she and went up and sat down on the couch of juniper-wood, at the upper end of the dais; whilst the portress sat down on a chair and said to the cateress, ‘Do what thou hast to do.’ So the latter rose and going to a closet, brought out a bag of yellow satin, with cords of green silk and tassels of gold, and came and sat down before the portress. Then she opened the bag and took out a lute, which she tuned, and sang the following verses, accompanying herself on the lute:

Thou art my wish, thou art my end; And in thy presence, O my friend,
There is for me abiding joy: Thine absence sets my heart a-flame.
For thee distraught, with thee possest, Thou reignest ever in my breast,
Nor in the love I bear to thee Is there for me reproach or shame.
Life’s veil for me was torn apart, When Love gat hold upon my heart;
For Love still rends the veils in twain And brings dishonour on fair fame.
The cloak of sickness I did on; And straight my fault appeared and shone.
Since that my heart made choice of thee And love and longing on me came,
My eyes are ever wet with tears, And all my secret thought appears,
When with my tears’ tumultuous flow Exhales the secret of thy name.
Heal thou my pains, for thou to me Art both disease and remedy.