Pray, is there found a Mohar like thee, to place at the head of the army, or a _seigneur_ who can beat thee in shooting?
Drive along the edge of the precipice, on the slippery height, over a depth of 2000 cubits, full of rocks and boulders.

Thou takest thy way back in a zigzag, thou bearest thy bow, thou takest the iron in thy left hand.

Thou lettest the old men see, if their eyes are good, how, worn-out with fatigue, thou supportest thyself with thy hand.

_Il est perdu, le chameau, le Mohar! Eh bien![18]_ Make to thyself a name among the Mohars and the knights of the land of Egypt.

Let thy name be like that of Qazirnai the lord of Aser, because he discovered lions in the interior of the balsam-forest of Baka at the narrow passes, which are rendered dangerous by the Shasu who lie in ambush among the trees.