The days of hunting

[Mohammad Ahmad]

As an antelope from me escaped
When I went for hunt in a rainy year
Years ago the hunt to us was familiar
Far away we had to sleep many nights
And from the dried thorns we make fire
The desert is familiar to us as the sun line
At midday we used to install a shelter
We took quick nap then we separated
When night fell down, we might have a chat
Many stories we relate of olden days
The most motivating is that of Jebro
Jebro loves a woman and has not a dower
The dower is fifteen camels of red eyes
And those female camels are rare to find
Therefore, he far away traveled
The mission is hard and the way is unknown
A king he met, put him in a prison
Suddenly the king son visited him
And reads on his ears a verse of poetry
And days after they became intimate
Three days after the story reached its end
We are astonished how the man was released
And we want to know what the verse he said
And the teller always would say, be quiet
Don’t ask me until I complete
But in the last day he said:
Three of you never are for other
And three of others are never for you
Two maybe three and one maybe seven