The jackal lapped the courser's blood, and moaned with exquisite delight.
I have seen it, child; a rocky wilderness, where I would not let my courser graze.'
Still the courser onward rushes, still his mighty heart supports him.
He rode like one insane, and his courser partook of his frenzy.
At evening fall I chanced to ride, My courser to a tree I tied.
Gladly, said ...