When she came the man came with anxiety, with eagerness to have the dish, but there was a knife. He said, "What is this?" She said, "Layla wants a drop of your blood." He first looked perplexed, then he said, "I am not Majnun; that may be Majnun, he who is sitting in that corner." By that time Majnun had grown so thin; yet when she asked for a drop of blood Majnun tried by striking the knife on different parts of his body, if he could get out a drop of blood to be sent to Layla. "Ah," he said, "there cannot be anything more delightful for Majnun than to give a drop of his blood when it is asked for by Layla."