There lived a certain woman and she was named Nada the Lily.

I was her husband, O Dingaan, and Mopo here, he was her father.

But, alas! she died, and sadly--she lingered three days and nights before she died.
Thou shalt see the spot and hear the tale, O Dingaan.

It will wring thy heart, which was ever tender.

There lived certain children, born of another woman named Zinita, little children, sweet and loving.