And the fleas charge

And the fleas charge like war-horses; they swoop down like birds to devour my skin. They caper around me like he-goats, and rouse me out of my sleep. I have become weary of killing both young and old to rout them; yet they know no fear. They are stout-hearted like warriors in battle who pluck up their courage when their comrades fall. Though they…

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In this humorous little poem (formatted here in a prose paragraph), Ibn Sahl likens fleas to an invading army.

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