1:07:00
the wine of beauty.
1:07:03
What beauty can my lord find
in these mud pits?
1:07:06
A lotus flower blooms
in the Nile's gray mud.
1:07:10
Dathan, she will do well
as a house slave.
1:07:13
Do not take me
from my people.
1:07:17
There would be danger.
1:07:19
Danger from
such lovely hands?
1:07:22
There are other hands
1:07:24
strong enough to kill.
1:07:26
Our mud flower has a thorn.
1:07:29
Oh, please, Lord Baka,
I beg you.
1:07:33
Tears?
1:07:34
When you have been bathed
in scented water,
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when your limbs have been
caressed by sweet oils
1:07:42
and your hair
combed with sandalwood,
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there will be no time
for tears.
1:07:49
She's not worthy of your
magnificence.
1:07:51
Let my eyes...
1:07:52
Your eyes had best find
the deliverer, Dathan,
1:07:55
or you will have no eyes.
1:07:56
Bring the girl.
1:08:03
May the hand of God
strike him.
1:08:08
Dance, you mud turtles.
1:08:11
Dance!
1:08:12
You rot our bodies,
steal hope from our souls.
1:08:15
Must you also shame
and defile our women?
1:08:20
Dance, you squealing goat!
1:08:27
We are not animals.
1:08:29
We are men,
made in the image of God.
1:08:33
This will change
your image.
1:08:40
Dance, you.
1:08:43
Get that straw cutter.
1:08:46
Leave him, or you'll
be murdered with him.
1:08:49
I'll not leave a man
to die in the mud.