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You stand there, a chosen one, *Hey, narē!* The grand merchant has arrived, *Hey, narē!* I bought a mirror for your radiant face, I bought a little comb for your auburn tresses. I purchased a pair of corals, Resembling your bright, glowing cheeks. A pair of boots for your feet, A bit of kohl-unguent for your eyes. You went and sat in the shade of the tree, You darkened your eyes with [kohl from] the brows. Your hair braided continuously, You left a *k‘rdanak* [braid-ornament] behind you.