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Wherefore slew you the stranger? He brought me dishonour, “I saddled my mare Bijli. I set him upon her. “I gave him rice and goat’s flesh. He bared me to laughter; “When he was gone from my tent, swift I followed after, “Taking a sword in my hand. The hot wine had filled him: “Under the stars he mocked me. Therefore I killed him.” Hadramauti.
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