Oh sweet Alla! Enlightened one, who's flatulence is the perfume of the night.... oh Great one, whos pee is fit to be the soupbowl of the poor! Praise you, of Special one, for the many goats and sheep that I stold for my field! Praise you, oh majestic one, for my lovely camel that I got for trading my wife to the mercenary..... for I am William Abdulla Bilibabbi Mustasa and I am so mighty that my slipper is too good to be the serving spoon of the poor!!!!