'An Fate some person 'stablish o'er thy head, * And thou being worthier her choice upbraid, Yet do him honour due to his estate; * He'll bring thee weal though far or near thou vade: Nor speak thy thought of him, else shalt thou be * Of those who self degrade from honour's grade: Many Har í ms are lovelier than the Bride, * But Time and Fortune lent the Bride their aid.'"
When Sasan heard these her words and comprehended what her verse intended, he rose from her in anger and said, "Were it not that thy death would bring on me dishonour and disgrace, I would take off thy head with my blade and make an end of thy breath." Quoth she, "Why art thou wroth with me? I did but jest with thee." Then she rose to him and bussed his head and hands, saying, "Right is thy foresight, and I and thou will
