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178 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 1, 1122
In my early days, I had always wanted to join the people of the hair-tents, the Bedouin, and learn their ways, their language and their peace, so that I might take after their high-mettled spirits.
So I bestirred myself with the alertness of one not lacking in industry, and began to roam through lowlands and highlands, until I got together a string of camels and a flock of goats. Then I took myself to some Arabs far away from the towns, fit to be the lieutenants of kings. No care lighted upon me when I was with them, no arrow struck, until one night there strayed away one of my she acmes, profuse of milk flow. So I sprang upon a swift-paced steed, and fared forth. All night, in the full moon's light, I scoured the desert, every copse and treeless place, until the morning call to prayer came to my heart's here. Then I got from my saddle, and said my prayers, after which I rode again, trying my poor mount to his utmost.
In the prime of my life that has fleeted, I had a leaning towards intercourse with the people of the hair-tents, so that I might take after their high-mettled spirits and their Arab tongues.So I bestirred myself with the alertness of one not lacking in industry, and began to roam through low-lands and high-lands, until I had got together a string of those that groan [{.&, camels],
along with a flock of those that bleat [ie. 9 sheep]. Then I betook myself to some Arabs, [fit to be] lieutenants of kings, sons of speech [saws]. They gave me a home with them in safest vicinity, and turned [blunted] from me the edge of any [hostile] tooth. No care alighted upon me while I was with them, no arrow struck [the smoothness] of my rock, until one night, bright with full-moon-sheen, there strayed from me a she-camel profuse of milk-flow* Then my heart suffered me not to forbear the quest of her, and to throw her halter upon her hump [allowing her to wander at will]. So I sprang upon a swift- paced steed, planting a ti'embling lance between thigh and stirrup, and fared forth oil the night, scouring the desert, and exploring every copse and treeless place, until the morning dawn unfurled its ensigns, when the crier calls to prayer and to salvation. Then I alighted from my beast for the acquittance of the written ordinance, after which I bestrode him again, trying his mettle to the utmost