The lost one, and we met her. The knowing one knows by his words. A fire is extinguished, leaving ashes; its Lord manages it. You love your homeland and your tribe without a protector.

Experience. Men by sweat or by paper. Learn manners from the ill-mannered.

To sit on a straw mat and eat. The free woman starves rather than accept humiliation.

Beneath the adornments, a venomous poison. My bread.

You will be in... Your life is for another to divide.

The curse. You dwell in...

You give him and he demands the lining. The hawk's fruit, and its eye is on the prey.

You see the snake and it does not shed its skin. Forgiveness. The scorpion dies, leaving its young.

Where are you going, you vagabond, among kings? And forty.

The wind and waves clash. The gazelle's fruit, and its heel dances.

On the fate. You save people and forget yourself.

They are angry and you strive. You strike him and take his hand. The foot, O Amr.

You strike me, and when you catch my head, you reconcile with me. O Rizq, it is divided.

Where will he bring me a head from? Humility is the summit.

The body tires, not the mind. My Lord's fruit, or the fruit of the mind.

The letter 'N'. Three are a protection from humiliation. Three do not need three. The woman.

And even if they are parents, and even if they are rich. Neither death by illness nor happiness.

And begging. Even if it is the way. By skill, nor the water by the shore.