Around a fire, we sat an afternoon
Knowing not but we shall leave soon.
A villager came and sat for a while
Being tired out of borders, he came
Long mustaches he has wearing a turban
His face is yellow as if was feverish
He said, a herdsman had come there
I lost four sheep two days before
And "my tribe citizens have a trouble with"
They triggered a war because of a child
Someone by mistake has shot him
And the father's boy wants a blood money.
Those do not pay and seek for war.
We smiled on his face saying; take a rest
A woman stepped in, saying, by force!
This camel to slaughter and you may eat
She is a daughter of sheikh of a well prestige
Her father hurried and picked out a tool
Four camels he paid of his own herd
The man turned satisfied and went well