And when it fruits thou tastest it to find ✿ Chamomile’s scent and Sugar’s saccharine:
And eke it favoureth on platters poured ✿ Puff-balls of silken thread and sendal green.
And how excellent is the saying of one of them!—
Quoth they (and I had trained my taste thereto ✿ Nor cared for other fruits whereby they swore),
“Why lovest so the Fig?” whereto quoth I ✿ “Some men love Fig and others Sycamore.”[[393]]
And are yet goodlier those of another:—
Pleaseth me more the fig than every fruit ✿ When ripe and hanging from the sheeny bough;
Like Devotee who, when the clouds pour rain, ✿ Sheds tears and Allah’s power doth avow.
And in that garth were also pears of various kinds Sinaïtic,[[394]] Aleppine and Grecian growing in clusters and alone, parcel green and parcel golden——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
Now when it was the Eight Hundred and Sixty-fifth Night,