Then her eyes welled over with tears, and she wrote also these two couplets,
"Love smote my frame so sore on parting day, * That severance severed sleep and eyes for aye. I waxt so lean that I am still a man, * But for my speaking, thou wouldst never say."
Then she shed tears and wrote at the foot of the sheet, "This cometh from her who is far from her folk and her native land, the sorrowful hearted woman Nuzhat al-Zaman." In fine, she folded the sheet and gave it to the merchant, who took it and kissed it and understood its contents and exclaimed, "Glory to Him who fashioned thee!"--And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
When it was the Fifty-ninth Night,
She said, It reached me, O auspicious King, that Nuzhat al-Zaman wrote the letter and gave it
