What is that that is astray? A lost she-camel, fled from your hand into a hidden place. The caravaneers have begun to load, but your camel has vanished from the train. Lips parched, you are running this way and that; the caravan is gone far away, and the night is nigh. Your baggage is dumped on the ground, upon the way of fear, while you are running around hunting for your camel.