When they returned their caravan halted in the same place, and Leila's heart became full of joy and sorrow, of cheerfulness and gloom, of hope and fear. As she was looking for the place where she had left Majnun she met a woodcutter, who said to her, "Oh, don't go that way. There is some ghost there." Leila said, "What is it like?" He said, "It is a tree and at the same time man, and as I struck a branch of this tree with my hatchet I heard him say in a deep sigh, "O Leila."'