Then, remembering the days when they were together and thinking of what had happened to her since she left Hasan, she wept so bitterly that her tears furrowed her cheeks, drowning them in their flood and watering the ground. She had no hand free with which to wipe them away, and flies feasted on her skin. Her only relief was in tears and the recitation of poetry, and so she recited :I remembered our leave-taking on the day of parting, When, as I returned, my tears flowed down in streams. When the camel driver called out to his beasts, I found no strength or patience, nor was my heart still mine. I went back, though I did not know the way, still sunk In the pain and torment of my passionate love, And as I went, what hurt me most was the malicious glee Of one who came, feigning humility. Now that my love has gone, my soul must leave aside All pleasure in this life, and not hope to survive.My friend, listen to my tales of love, And see you pay attention when I speak.My story is of passion, linked with wonders, Which I tell like the prince of storytellers. Morning now dawned and Shahrazad broke off from what she had been allowed to say. Then, when it was the eight hundred and twenty-third night