Who'er attacks me counts on flight and dies."

She says to him:

"Thou'rt Ahmed el Hilalieu? Never prowls

A noble bird about the Zeriba;

The generous falcon turns not near the nests,

O madman! Why take so much care

About a tree that bears not any dates?"

He answers:

"I will demand of our great Lord of all

To give us rain to cover all the land