COME fleetly, come fleetly, my hookabadar, For the sound of the tam-tam is heard from afar. "Banoolah! Banoolah!" The Brahmins are nigh, And the depths of the jungle re-echo their cry. @3Pestonjee Bomanjee!@1 Smite the guitar; Join in the chorus, my hookabadar. Heed not the blast of the deadly monsoon, Nor the blue Brahmaputra that gleams in the moon Stick to thy music, and oh, let the sound Be heard with distinctness a mile or two round. @3Jamsetjee, Jeejeebhoy!@1 Sweep the guitar. Join in the chorus, my hookabadar. Art thou a Buddhist, or dost thou indeed Put faith in the monstrous Mohammedan creed? Art thou a Ghebir -- a blinded Parsee? Not that it matters an atom to me. @3Cursetjee Bomanjee!@1 Twang the guitar Join in the chorus, my hookabadar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE CONTENTMENT, AFTER THE MANNER OF HORACE by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE LITTLE BLACK-EYED REBEL by WILLIAM MCKENDREE CARLETON ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 6. THE KISS by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET: 116 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SURPRISE AT TICONDEROGA [MAY 10, 1775] by MARY ANNA PHINNEY STANSBURY |