Laïïleh O Allah, I’m afraid. Be in my eyes and words. Let me crush them under my feet like worms. Grant that any man who tries will not be able to advance – or retreat. Pilgrims She’s bringing out her faithful talisman but what can the golden hand of Fathma do? What can it do against our thousand hands? Since you won’t choose, we will all have you. Laïïleh Don’t touch me! This talisman will draw a ring around me whose force you will soon discover for this invisible circle’s not for breaching and Fathma will paralyse the evil mover . . . Dahaau O Allah! Mercy! The weight of all the sea and all the earth and sky is crushing me.