“He is someone who unites, not divides,” says supporter Naima.
Naima rose from the ground, and bowed with his head even to the carpet on which the Caliph stood.
Naima was frightened when his presence was required at the palace.
Naima with earnest desire expected them in the evening; none came.
Saad's hopes were of no more avail; Naima would no longer listen to him, but weeping, threw himself on his couch.
Both seem of the same rank; and I am desirous to know what sorrow oppresses the unfortunate Naima.
When Naima again sat with his friend Saad in the evening, he related to him the gracious and comforting words of the Caliph.
Two Naima canoes returning from Lolo, where they had been trying to get uros, passed close to us.