The one with evil under the pit of his arm (Ta' abbața Sharran) is chased by the whirlwind
he races the sound grouse birds to the water streams
which will soon be engulfed by the whirlwind
Ta'abbata Sharran comes, without evilness under his arm
save for his sword of sorrows
and the hunger of the Șa alik and the deprived He turned back and ran as an arrow racing his fleeting days.
