chaunt;
The tone of their voice finds the door of the soul.
We, swift as the air, on our generous coursers,
The shelils[[63]] waving over their croups,
We give chace to the houache.[[64]]
We overtake the ghezal,[[65]] that fancies itself far from us.
It escapes not from our horses at full speed,
With thin flanks.
How many delim[[66]] with their females became our prey!
Although their running is not less rapid than the