But, an empty person, will get sense, when, a wild ass's colt, is born a man!

Surely he hath known no peace in his inmost mind, - With his dearest thing, shall he not get away:

On the north, where he worketh, but I get no vision, He hideth himself on the south that I cannot see him.

If the men of my household have not said, Oh for some of his flesh - we cannot get filled,

Canst thou get to know concerning the poisings of the thick cloud, the wonders of one who is perfect in knowledge?