“The sovereign of Baḇ
One runner runs to meet another, and one reporter to meet another, to report to the sovereign of Baḇ
“Damascus has become feeble, she has turned to flee, and trembling has seized her. Distress and pain have taken hold of her like a woman in labour.
See, like an eagle he flies up, and spreads his wings over Botsrah. And the heart of the mighty men of Eḏ
We have heard the report of it, our hands grow weak. Distress has taken hold of us, pain as of a woman in labour.
‘Ask now, and see if a man is giving birth. Why do I see every man with his hands on his loins like a woman in labour, and all faces turned pale?
