86 C. J. Lyall —The Mo'ctllaqcth of Lebid, with the [No. 1, 
27 To the downs of eth-Thelebut, where he scans from the heights thereof 
the wilderness of rolling uplands, in dread lest the guidestones 
[should hide a foe. 
28 Until, when they come to the end of the six months of Winter, 
they feast their fill on the dewy herbage : and long had they suffered 
[thirst. 
29 They resolve to turn again, and seek with a steady purpose 
the water-springs : and the way to gain one’s end is to set the 
[heart firm ! 
30 Their pasterns were pricked by the awns of the barley-grass, and there 
[swept 
over them the hot blasts of Summer in their swiftness and their 
[heat. 
31 And they raised as they galloped along a train of dust whose shadows 
[fleeted 
like the smoke of a blazing fire with its wood wrapped in ruddy flame 
32 Fanned by the North wind, its dry sticks mixed with moist stems of 
[‘ mfaj, 
with its volumes of rolling smoke that rise over the tongues of 
[flame. 
33 He sped along thrusting her before him—a custom it was of his, 
when she lingered behind, to thrust her on in front— 
34 And they plunged together by the bank of the rivulet into a pool 
brimming, set close with reeds, and splashed about its waters— 
35 A pool set round with reeds that screened it from the sun 
those of them that lay in a tangle on its face and those that stood 
[upright. 
36 Is she like my camel—or shall I compare her to a wild cow who has 
[lost her calf, 
who lingers behind the herd, its leader and its stay ? 
37 Flat-nosed is she—she has lost her calf, and ceases not 
to roam about the marge of the sand-meadows and cry 
38 For her youngling just weaned, white, whose limbs have been torn 
by the ash-grey hunting wolves who lack not for food. 
39 They came upon it while she knew not, and dealt her a deadly woe 
—Verily Death, when it shoots, its arrow misses not the mark ! 
40 The night came upon her, as the dripping rain of the steady shower 
[poured on 
and its continuous fall soaked the leafage through and through : 
41 She took refuge in the hollow trunk of a tree with lofty branches 
[standing apart 
on the skirts of the sandhills, where the fine sand sloped her way. 
