“Thus did Khadra, reflecting on what had past
’Mid the tents of Hilál, her tale relate.
‘O Emeer Barakát, hear what I tell thee,
And think not my story is idle prate.
Thy father was Beysem, Beysem’s son,
Thine uncle Fadl’s brother: youth of valour innate![[494]]
And thy father was wealthy above his fellows;
None other could boast such a rich estate.
As a pilgrim to Mekkeh he journey’d, and there,
In my father’s house, a guest he sate: