Four healths more:
Four sacks of sesamé seed,
Scattered on the floor;
Pick and count them one by one.
Reckon up their number;
For every seed wish Hassan's health.
Sweetly may he slumber!

The Druze women delight in nothing so much as to have their sons ride
fine horses:

My Yusef, my cup of sherbet sweet,
My broadcloth red hung over the street,
When you ride the blood mare with sword and pistol,
Your saddle is gold and your stirrups crystal.

Katrina says that this little song is the morning salutation to baby
boys:

Good morning now to you, Little boy!
Your face is like the dew, Little boy!
There never was a child, so merry and so mild,
So good morning once again, Little boy!

This song is sung by the Druze women to their babes:

O Sparrow of Paradise,
Hush him to sleep?
Your feathers are "henna."
Watch him and keep!