Joyance is come, dispelling cark and care; ✿ We are united, enviers may despair.
The breeze of union blows, enquickening ✿ Forms, hearts and vitals, fresh with fragrant air:
The splendour of delight with scents appears, ✿ And round us[[78]] flags and drums show gladness rare.
Deem not we’re weeping for our stress of grief; ✿ It is for joy our tears as torrents fare:
How many fears we’ve seen that now are past! ✿ And bore we patient what was sore to bear:
One hour of joyance made us both forget ✿ What from excess of terror grey’d our hair.
And when the verses were ended, they again embraced and ceased not from their embrace, till they fell down in a swoon,——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
Now when it was the Three Hundred and Eighty-first Night,
She said, It hath reached me, O auspicious King, that Uns al-Wujud and Rose-in-Hood embraced when they foregathered and ceased not from their embrace, till they fell down in a swoon for the delight of reunion; and when they came to themselves, Uns al-Wujud recited these couplets:—
How joyously sweet are the nights that unite, ✿ When my dearling deigns keep me the troth she did plight;