The maidens note their monarch's moody face,
And turn their songs to him with easy grace,
Of their great ruler tune a joyous lay,
And oft into his eyes hurl glances gay;
And trumpets join the chorus, rolling drums,
And wild applause from all the chieftains comes,
Till the grave seers and councillors now cry
In praise of him they love so tenderly:
With arms upraised the mighty chorus join,
Until his heart is filled with joy divine;
And thus they sing with more than royal praise,
Their love for him in every face doth blaze.
[Footnote 1: "Sar-dan-nu," the great King.]
[Footnote 2: "Sar," king.]
[Footnote 3: "Ki," earth.]
[Footnote 4: "Samu," heaven.]
[Footnote 5: "Mu-di," seers or wise men.]
[Footnote 6: "Khau-ik-i," the choral band.]
[Footnote 7: "Khau-ga," chorus.]
[Footnote 8: "Nin-uit," song.]
[Footnote 9: "An-un-na-ci," spirits of the earth.]