Yet got I down, and, upon my sheep-skin, once more gave thanks to Allah.

And I mounted thereafter in haste and rode on; but once again was I mocked.
Then I cried aloud in my despair.

It was in my heart to die upon the sheep-skin where I had prayed; for I was burned up within, and there seemed naught to do but say malaish, and go hence.

But that goodly sight came again.

My heart rebelled that I should be so mocked.