10 (12–12).
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That twangs loudly; of those with smooth flat surfaces, - . Nor a terrified scare-crow, whose heart is, as it were, as ornamented with clasps passed on to it, and a suspensory,
11 (13–13).
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Which, when the arrow glides forth from it, moans, as #. Nor a stay-at-home, who never quits the tent; but flirts though it were a bereaved (mother) robbed of her child, who lifts up her voice and weeps aloud.
12 (4–4).
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By thy life! There is no straitness in the land for a man who journeys by night, seeking or shunning, he being wise;
13 (3–3).
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And in the land (there is) a refuge from molestation for . the noble-minded. And therein, for him who fears enmity, (there is) a place towards which to turn.
14 (14–14).
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And I am not one impatient of thirst, who pastures his free-grazing she-camels by night, their young male colts being driven away, while they themselves are left with their dugs free;
15 (15–15).
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Nor a faint-hearted poltroon who cleaves to his bride, and consults her in his matter in hand, as to how he shall manage;
16 (16–16).
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Nor a terrified scare-crow, whose heart is, as it were, as though a mock-bird were therein, mounting and descending;
17 (17–17).
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Nor a stay-at-home, who never quits the tent; but flirts with the women; who is occupied, evening and morning, with anointing himself and tingeing his eyes with stibium;
18 (18–18).
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And I am not a good-for-nothing, whose ill precedes his good deed;—a drowsy-head, who starts when thou scarest him; who wears no weapon;
19 (19–19).
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And I am not one bewildored by the darkness when my huge she-camel takes the direction of the trackless waste.
20 (20–20).
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When the hard flint meets my hoof-like digits, there fly from it the fire-striking and the shivered fragments.
21 (21–21).
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I make perpetual the term of delay for the satisfaction of the calls of hunger, until I kill it. I then turn away from noticing it, and I forget it.
