Thine uncle receiv’d me, his relative,
And thee as his son to educate.
God assist thee to take our blood-revenge,
And the tents of Hilál to desolate.
But keep closely secret what I have told thee:
Be mindful to no one this tale to relate:
Thine uncle might grieve; so ’tis fit that, with patience,
In hope of attaining thy wish, thou shouldst wait.’
Thus did Khadra address her son Barakát;
Thus her case with artful deception state.