Someone was a master in the art of wrestling, he knew three hundred and sixty excellent holds and wrestled in a different way each day. However, he had a secret affection for the beauty of one of his students. He taught him three hundred and fifty-nine holds except for one hold that he delayed and postponed teaching. In short, the boy excelled in strength and skill, and no one in his time could resist him, to the point that he had said to the king of that time: The advantage my master has over me is due to his seniority and the right of upbringing; otherwise, I am not less than him in strength and equal to him in skill. The king found this statement difficult to accept. He ordered them to wrestle.

A spacious place was arranged, and the pillars of the state, the nobles of the court, and the strongmen of the world were present. The boy entered like a drunken elephant with such force that he could have uprooted a mountain of iron. The master knew that the young man was superior to him in strength; he wrestled him with that strange hold that he had kept hidden from him. The boy did not know how to defend against it and was defeated. The master lifted him above his head with both hands and slammed him to the ground. A cry arose from the crowd. The king ordered the master to be given robes of honor and wealth and rebuked and blamed the boy for claiming resistance against his benefactor and not succeeding. He said: O king of the earth! He did not overcome me by force, but a subtle point of wrestling knowledge was withheld from me, and he had been withholding it from me all his life. Today he overcame me with that subtle point.

He said: It was for such a day; as the wise have said: Do not give a friend so much power that he can become an enemy. Have you not heard what he who suffered injustice from his protégé said?

Either loyalty did not exist in the world itself

Or perhaps no one in this era practiced it.

No one learned the art of archery from me

Who did not eventually make me his target.