Superfluous wealth-- money and cars,
Varieties of dishes for dinner,
A team of servants to pick litter,
And luxurious wonders of the world,
My love, are dreams of the past.
I have nowhere to dig gold;
I have no fuel for adventures,
But a heart to love.
To at bay keep turbulence,
Honour your abilities,
And tolerate your weaknesses...
Bear with our little;
Admire not the vast outside...
Fate denied us.
But be gentle, woman:
As we old grow,
Ours in store is ripening.
I pray you be a good wife,
Beautiful and honour our noble ways.
I pray you bear dozens:
To perpetuate my royal lineage...
Wafula p'Khisa.
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