He said, “Oh son of Adam!
In your life you shall see
many astonishing things
and you must know how to count,
to measure out evenly
so as to weigh
the visible and the palpable;
but least of all the nature of things
and the essence of facts,
except if you are going to put yourself
before Kaidara who knows nature
and knows how to differentiate matter.
Travelers, you have
come upon the center of the country,
the country of the dwarf-spirits.”
Then the goat
stepped forth and said:
“I am the seventh symbol
of the country of the dwarf-spirits.
If male animals had to be judged
by their great beards,
then I would be a respectable man
and would become a patriarch.
My horns are knots,
are enormous,
symbolize
my virility truthfully.
Upon a vegetable layer
I spread my animal seedings.
The meaning of this my secret belongs to Kaydara,
the distant, the nearby Kaydara.
As for you, son of Adam, go your way …”
The three friends resumed, pursued their journey,
Worn out by hunger as well as thirst,
and the ordeals of the trip that had overwhelmed them.
Our three friends, then, decided to stop.
They saw before them a giant, bushy tree.
No ray of sun could pierce its thick shade.