Al Harith, son of Hammam, related: I had determined on journeying from Barak'id; but now I noted the signs of the coming feast, and I disliked to set forth from the city until I had witnessed there the day of adornment. So when it came on with its rites, bounden or of free will, and brought up its horsemen and footmen, I followed the tradition in new apparel, and went forth with the people to keep festival. Now when the congregation of the prayer-court was gathered and ranged, and the crowding took men's breath, there appeared an old man in a pair of cloaks, and his eyes were closed: and he bore on his arm what was like a horse-bag, and had for a guide an old woman like a goblin. Then he stopped, as stops one tottering to sink, and greeted with the greeting of him whose voice is feeble. And when he had made an end of his salutation he circled his five fingers in his wallet, and brought forth scraps of paper that had been written on with colors of dyes in the season of leisure, and gave them to his old beldame, bidding her to detect each simple one. So whenever she perceived of any that his hand was moist in bounty, she cast one of the papers before him. Said Al Harith: Now cursed fate allotted to me a scrap whereon was written: Sure I have become crushed with pains and fears; Tried by the proud one, the crafty, the assailer, By the traitor among my brethren, who hates me for my need, By jading from those who work to undo my toils. How oft do I burn through spites and penury and wandering; How oft do I tramp in shabby garb, thought of by none. Oh, would that fortune when it wronged me had slain my babes! For were not my cubs torments to me and ills, I would not have addressed my hopes to kin or lord: Nor would I draw my skirts along the track of abasement. For my garret would be more seemly for me, and my rags more honorable. Now is there a generous man who will see that the lightening of my loads must be by a denar; Or will quench the heat of my anxiety by a shirt and trousers?