One year, a quarrel broke out among the pilgrims on foot, and I was also on foot on that journey. We truly hit each other and engaged in wickedness and fighting.

I heard a litter-rider saying to his companion: 'How strange! When an ivory pawn reaches the end of the chessboard, it becomes a queen, meaning it becomes better than it was, but the pilgrims on foot traversed the desert and became worse.'

Tell the pilgrim who harms people from me

Who tears people's skin with harm

You are not a pilgrim; you are a camel because

The poor creature eats thorns and carries loads