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O lady, be calm and cry not but sing to those who guide you
And to the discerning passers-by
Sing to the Son of Shaka's people
Cast your grief and sorrow and distress
O lady be calm, let me give you gifts and fine clothes from our homeland, the Hejaz
Let me adorn you with a chain and beads of gold devised in Shiraz
Let me build for you a great white house of lime and stone
Let me furnish it for you with furnishings of crystals
That those who see it shall sing its praise
Spread beneath with rushes soft and the lake-sides of Shaka and Ozi
Let me satisfy your good parents
And let them rest at ease with minstrels' songs
Let them lie at ease with food of young camels and of oxen, sheep and goats
Because, my lady, O lady of mine let me tell you, you are my beloved.