sn47.6:1.1 “Once upon a time, mendicants, a hawk suddenly swooped down and grabbed a quail.
sn47.6:1.2 And as the quail was being carried off he wailed,
sn47.6:1.3 ‘I’m so unlucky, of so little merit, to have roamed out of my territory into the domain of others.
sn47.6:1.4 If today I’d roamed within my own territory, the domain of my fathers, this hawk wouldn’t have stood a chance against me in a fight.’
sn47.6:1.5 ‘So, quail, what is your own territory, the domain of your fathers?’
sn47.6:1.6 ‘It’s a ploughed field covered with clods of earth.’
sn47.6:1.7 Confident in her own strength, the hawk was not daunted or intimidated. She released the quail, saying,
sn47.6:1.8 ‘Go now, quail. But even there you won’t escape me!’