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 [Singing and dancing]—

The moan of the wind groweth fiercer.

The palm-trees whistle in its rage.

Now the men and maidens meet in the dance of the betrothal.

Thou art mine, beloved, I hold thee!

Hold me fast, lest I slip from thee!

My hands are about thy neck!

I bow my neck and I am free!

I clasp thee about the waist!

I turn, and I am as free as the air!