The Prophet, peace be upon him, and his saying: "Indeed, I saw in my sleep last night the best of creation, laughing and rejoicing." He also has words with which he praises women, like Manhaba and Wahba, like Layla and Su'da in the speech of the ancients. My student, the jurist Al-Nour Al-Rayashi, told me: "The first thing that happens when the state comes upon him is that he walks in his courtyard and brings the girls, brides, and young men to dance. He strikes the rababa with every strike having a melody that awakens madness and bewilders minds. Animals and birds are drawn to it, to the point that they place the rababa in the sacred place. As soon as it hears its sound, it strikes to its melody without anyone harming it. His horse, Bint Bakr, is led to him, and they dress her in silk and fine cloth, and its leader holds her. As soon as she hears the war cries, he says: 'Bint Bakr, al-Marda, yawa yawa Sultana al-'Arda, yawa diyuwa' Then the horse stands up, sits down, nods its head, and moves its legs and front hooves with a 'shloshlo' sound. His wife came to him in that state and said to him: 'O our father, the Sheikh, and he whom you do not bring to me, Satouh is your ransom.' He said to her: 'Your son, are you not happy at this moment with your children?' She said: 'They are like a fish in a boat, a storm brought me here, and the people who descend into it are in good and bad.' He came to Al-Yaliyah Al-Karnaba, and he said, may God be pleased with him, in his joy: 'The heat of the furnace has passed, the wolf is seeking it. The rider is carrying his burden. The nose of Tahaja is like the softness of the garment. The flank of a bull is in the son of Daliba.' And he said, may God be pleased with him, in it also: 'The rain of the plateau has fallen, and the solitary one is good. Light-hearted from the cake, he is scattered. The nose of Tahaja is free from lying, his food is a strong and returning rose.' And he said, may God be pleased with him, in it: 'The rain of the plateau has fallen, a dew on the house. He returned to the nose of the house, within the poems. Women without it are like those with necklaces. Cheap market meat, a distant pointer.' 'The rain of the plateau has fallen, and a cloak has been thrown upon us. The nose of Haya resembles the sea's waves. You will be amazed by her dancing when you do not stop her. She is from Eve, and he has fulfilled his need.' And her husband feared for her from him, so he took her to Telda. The Sheikh heard of this and said: 'The lineage of the sword is thrown upon the one with the front. The Romans are bound, listen to my words.' (1) Shloshlo is a story for the sound of the seat.