I will pronounce your name, Naett, I will declaaim you, Naett!
Naett, your name is like cinnamon, it is the
Fragrance in which the lemon grove sleeps
Naett, your name is the sugared clarity of blooming coffee trees
And it resembles the savannah, that blossoms forth
Under the masculine ardour of the midday sun
Name of dew, fresher than shadows of tamarind,
Fresher even than the short dusk, when the heat of the day is silenced
Naett, that is the dry tornado, the hard clap of lightning
Naett, coin of gold, shinning coal, you are my night, my sun
I am your hero, and now I have become your sorcerer
In order to pronounce your names.
Princess of Elissa, banished from Futa on the fateful day
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