I shot my arrow farther than my brothers, but since it could not be found, the hand of the princess went to my second eldest brother, Ali. My eldest brother was so upset about losing the contest that he renounced all his rights to succession and went off to become a hermit.
Neither of us attended Ali’s wedding. I went in search of my arrow. I wandered back to the great plain where the contest had taken place. Looking carefully on both sides, I walked so far that I began to think my labor was all in vain. But I kept on going until I came to a jumble of steep craggy rocks at the edge of a barren country.
Surely, I had not shot my arrow so far!