Lebeid, The Poem of Lebeid (1881)
“ To the cords of my tent approaches every needy matron, worn with fatigue, like a camel doomed to die at her master's tomb, whose vesture is both scanty and ragged. 77. There they crown with meat, while the wintry winds contend with fierce blasts, a dish flowing like a rivulet, into which the famished orphans eagerly plunge. 78. When the nations are assembled, some hero of our tribe, firm in debate, never fails by superior powers to surmount the greatest difficulty. 79. He distributes equal shares; he dispenses justice to the tribes; he is indignant when their right is diminished ”
