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Rh And the mistress lifts up her hand,
 * And puts it up to the bamboo,

And takes down a large cloth of ancient work
 * With a beautiful border woven into it.

And he puts a handkerchief to her eyes.
 * The child of his father and child of his aunt.

And she says to him, "Master, let us sit down
 * "Do not stand over much, and make yourself tired,

"Call that Timé, let her come
 * "Quickly, and leave off sleeping,

"Let her dish up an Indian pillaw,
 * "With raisins without curry.

"Bring a fine European chair,
 * "And a good Persian tray

"Engraved with engravings,
 * "And a dish shining like the moon."

And she says, "Let the slaves come too,
 * "Why are you not singing?"

Immediately it is laid for him.
 * And Timé has taken the water bottle,

Apakue pilao ya kihindi,
 * Ya zabibu haina mchuzi.

Lete kiti kizuri cha Ulaya,
 * Na sinia njema ya Shirazi

Imetiwa nakishi,
 * Na sahani inang'ara kama mwezi.

Akanena watumwa na waje,
 * Kwa nini hamwimbi?

Marra hiyo akaandikiwa
 * Na Time ameshika guduwia,