Presently, as he warmed to the spirit of the thing, he sang about the wails of the frightened villagers from whom they had plundered sheep and goats; and of the skill and resourcefulness with which the party had escaped pursuit under his leadership, Allah favoring, "and blessed be His Prophet!" Last, he sang about me, the honoured stranger, for whom they had dared everything and conquered, and whom they were taking to El- Kerak.

He described me as a prince from a far country, the son of a hundred kings.
It was a good song.

I got Ahmed to translate it to me afterwards.

But I suspect that Ahmed toned it down in deference to what he may have thought might be my modesty and moralistic scruples..