So saying, he went up to the princess and laying his hand upon her heart, found it fluttering like a doveling and the life yet clinging to[FN#112] her bosom.  So he laid his hand upon her cheek, whereupon she opened her eyes and beckoning to her maid, signed to her, as who should say, “Who is this that treadeth my carpet and transgresseth against me?"[FN#113] “O my lady,” answered Shefikeh, “this is Prince El Abbas, for whose sake thou departest the world.”  When Mariyeh heard speak of El Abbas, she raised her hand from under the coverlet and laying it upon his neck, inhaled his odour awhile.  Then she sat up and her colour returned to her and they sat talking till a third part of the night was past.

Presently, the princess turned to her maid and bade her fetch them somewhat of food and sweetmeats and dessert and fruits.  So Shefikeh brought what she desired and they ate and drank [and abode on this wise] without lewdness, till the night departed and the day came.  Then said El Abbas, “Indeed, the day is come.  Shall I go to my father and bid him go to thy father and seek thee of him in marriage for me, in accordance with the Book of God the Most High and the Institutes of His Apostle (whom may He bless and keep!) so we may not enter into transgression?” And Mariyeh answered, saying, “By Allah, it is well counselled of thee!” So he went away to his lodging and nought befell between them; and when the day lightened, she improvised and recited the following verses: 

O friends, the East wind waxes, the morning draweth near; A
     plaintive voice[FN#114] bespeaks me and I rejoice to hear. 
Up, to our comrade’s convent, that we may visit him And drink of
     wine more subtle than dust;[FN#115] our trusty fere
Hath spent thereon his substance, withouten stint; indeed, In his
     own cloak he wrapped it, he tendered it so dear.[FN#116]
Whenas its jar was opened, the singers prostrate fell In worship
     of its brightness, it shone so wonder-clear. 
The priests from all the convent came flocking onto it:  With
     cries of joy and welcome their voices they did rear. 
We spent the night in passing the cup, my mates and I, Till in
     the Eastward heaven the day-star did appear. 
No sin is there in drinking of wine, for it affords All that’s
     foretold[FN#117] of union and love and happy cheer. 
O morn, our loves that sunder’st, a sweet and easeful life Thou
     dost for me prohibit, with thy regard austere. 
Be gracious, so our gladness may be fulfilled with wine And we of
     our beloved have easance, without fear. 
The best of all religions your love is, for in you Are love and
     life made easeful, untroubled and sincere.