Like it, he appears and disappears,
And he is of the stock of Hashim.”
Abou-Bekr knocked at the door, and said to this young girl,—
“Who is he that thou lovest?”
“Depart from hence,” cried she.
He persisted, saying: “Thou must tell me the name of him thou lovest.”
“By the name of the Prophet, who is now in his tomb, I conjure thee to depart from hence!”
“By the name of God, I will not go away until thou hast told me who is the object of thy love!”
Then she heaved a profound sigh, and replied,—
“An unhappy flame consumes me; I am full of trouble. I love Mohammed, son of Kasim.”