Words from Saba - from a new and ongoing translation

The milk of mother finished, so I took it out... (he wanted to feed more milk). So she said to me, “you are already big. You are not embarrassed? What is with you?” So I started to cry, “I want the intellect!”

Also, I remember when I was two years old, then I was very sick, and I had a war with the angel of death. I felt like I was about to die, as a child younger than 10. In any event, I was very sick and I became very weak, because someone who is sick, it is necessary to give him something to bring life to his soul. Milk, she gave me milk with water... so I said: “give me milk!” but she didn't have, so I said to her: “you give me milk with water?! I want just milk!”