Wagand has come back. He is that uncouth fellow who does not offer prayers. But he is as crazy for the perfume of the Prophet as a falcon is for a partridge.

Uncouth Wagand who prays not, is here again,
Like a falcon after partridge, he goes for sweet smell.

Wagand came again, the uncouth, benamaz,*
As falcon pounces on a partridge, he pounce on perfume.