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for whom I would my soul bestow? If sun I call him no! the sun

doth set; * If moon I call him, wane the moons; Ah no! O sad

mischance o' thee, O doom of days, * Thy place none other love

shall ever know: Thy sire distracted sees thee, but despairs * By

wit or wisdom Fate to overthrow: Some evil eye this day hath cast

its spell * And foul befal him as it foul befel!"

Then he sobbed a single sob and his soul fled his flesh. The

slaves shrieked aloud, "Alas, our lord!" and showered dust on

their heads and redoubled their weeping and wailing. Presently

they carried their dead master to the ship side by side with his

dead son and, having transported all the stuff from the dwelling

to the vessel, set sail and disappeared from mine eyes. I

descended from the tree and, raising the trap-door, went down

into the underground dwelling where everything reminded me of the

youth; and I looked upon the poor remains of him and began

repeating these verses:-