"Will you do nothing to help Feisul, a lineal descendant of the Prophet?
You have helped him to a throne.

Now strike to hold him there!" "Jimgrim says, I may go away and leave you here," growled Anazeh.
"What say you ?" "Ala khatrak.

(Please yourself.) Jimgrim is wise." "He is the father of wisdom.

Mashallah! I will consider it.
There will be a banquet presently!" "And loot! You can help yourselves!" shouted Abdul Ali of Damascus.

Then he sat down amid a storm of applause.