Now you fold your round table, polish the thoughts of your horses with the most fearless spurs, and sing the desert anthem to sailors on the road, and women at home. But who listens to you, when you are ignorant of Surat Douha and forget the catalog of legends? And it goes forth armed with laws to convince a people exhausted by their residence in the prison of the sea, to accept the shackles of the land, a people quenched by the acidity of thirst, a people overwhelmed by illusions shattered by illusions.