The embrace of reunion, the sweetest of times. The embrace of farewell. A bunch hanging in the heat, from which the sourness ripens. When familiarity arises, formality is lifted. When giving, friends; when taking, enemies. In hardship, there is no brother or friend. A goat, even if it bleats. The fault of the flock is from the shepherd. The fault of the woman is from her husband. The fault of the child is from his family. The thirsty one is satisfied, and the water is in the jug. Your life becomes sweet to me, O you who said. From my bad luck, O son of my sister. The black eye does not bear smoke, And the red lip does not speak linen. The eye has a guard. The envious eye has a stick. His eye is on the dish, and his heart is with the hungry. The eye is a scale. Tomorrow is the resurrection for the people, And a scale will be set up. The thirsty one is confused. Exile tightens the roots. Exile and indulgence. The new sieve has its strength and connection.