Let me repair to Klang for the (morning) meal,
And Langat for the (evening) bathe.
Come hither, Sir, come hither, my Lord,
And let down your locks so long and flowing.”
Again, if the wind grew violent he would say:—
“Eggs of the House-lizard, Eggs of the Grass-lizard,
Make a trio with Eggs of the Tortoise.
I plant this pole thus in the mid-stream
(That) Wind and Tempest may come to naught.
Let the White (ones) turn into Chalk,